Home Cooking … Check (nothing new) Trimming Own Hair … Check Colouring Own Hair … Check (nothing new) Yoga Exercise…. Check (nothing new) Vibraplate Exercise … Check (nothing new) Meditation … Check (nothing new) So, life not so different … and yet … I am able to do some absent healing work and some healing work on family, so that fits in well but it all feels a tad unreal, this life lived in seclusion by us all. In fact it is like being on a cleanse when you are chafing a bit at a slightly abnormal eating pattern…
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The husband had worked there many years ago and the friendships from that time have lasted. Here we are visiting again and this time bringing the daughter (her first visit to South India).So many times have we taken her to the splendours of Rajasthan, residing and dining in that glorious land of forts and palaces so that she thought she was still living in her picture book stories of childhood.
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I am listening to a Syrian refugee talk about her situation having reached the island of Kos. She is alone with her son; her wish is to give him a good life where he will live in freedom and receive an education.
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I woke up this morning full of energy and full of beans and yet I found myself musing how subtle are our moods; in moments we can find ourselves shifting down a few degrees and suddenly we can feel in a completely different mood; uncertain and very much less than enthusiastic. But I don’t think this is essentially bad. Oh no? I hear you say.
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Meh… another April day of chilly winds and rain, I am thinking to myself. Then my husband takes umbrage because I said he bought the wrong Coconut water.
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A few moments ago I eventually calmed down from a paroxysm of … not laughter, but of bronchial wheezing and cough – spluttering.
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Spending three weeks in India just before Christmas felt wonderfully otherworldly.
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You have to keep the reins tight in this game. The moves are paramount. Your starting point is NOW. If you are feeling a tad underwhelmed (or just plain fed up) with where you are at right now as this year approaches its end then you start this game off with the ONE ALL IMPORTANT QUESTION.
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The outreaching tendrils of Christmas are being felt as we pass the landmark of Guy Fawkes. Stepping out of Selfridge’s on the evening of the fifth from our rooftop dining at Le Chalet we thought we were in a parallel Guy Fawkes as police vans filled with gun wielding officers dashed past us blue lights flashing. Was this another Gun Powder Plot? No just a normal London evening.
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I answered my mobile phone two mornings ago, seeing it was Moira , and gaily answered saying “Hello Moira”. “This is Donald “, came the reply, and immediately I knew this was not good. Donald is her husband. He proceeded to tell me how she had had a massive heart attack the previous evening and although he had carried out CPR as well as then the emergency services, she had not responded.