What to do when Despair strikes


Dear Reader,

You know I hold the torch for hope but, seriously?

This morning, as I was walking the dog/meditating/mulling over my feelings, the only thing I could find was despair.

I was horrified.

You see, I don't generally do despair.

I do hope and pulling myself together, looking on the bright side and all the sweetness in the world.

But this morning,

Just for that walk,

I could only find despair.

So I used EFT Tapping*, because this is what I do. Tapped on the fingers points a…

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Dear Reader

Between 1968 and 1974, every March, when the rumbling started, my Dad would go down to the supermarket and return with boxes of tinned food.

As the news got grimmer and grimmer with potential war threats in Palestine, the East, or insurrection in France itself, my dad would unpack the boxes. There were special shelves in the garage. To this day, I cannot abide tinned ravioli...

We also had petrol stockpiled in the garage, so we could get away to my grandparents in the country if n…

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Prague spring

This morning, I really got upset when I heard the European news. Really really upset.

Sobbing upset, quite unreasonable, I thought to myself, what the hell is going on?

And this is not entirely about me and my reaction to the new war in Europe. I expect many people right now are extremely upset, may be too upset.

We have of course every right to be upset, but I was too upset, if that makes any sense. So of course, being me, I got to tapping on it.

"Even though I seem to be unreasonably ups…

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Can you see that bundle of twigs lining the poplars' hedge on my land?

They appeared randomly one very calm day (no wind for a change, unheard of). I was baffled. Why this random collection of sticks?

Then, I looked up and there, up in one of the poplars, I saw a magpie. We have two magpies living on our land. They are a couple and have been around as long as we have. I have no idea why magpies have such bad press as I really like ours. They are devoted to each other and share the hens' food w…

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The Crone


When I turned 50, dear Readers, my friends in the Goddess world told me that I was at the time of The Crone.

I remember my horror!

Me, a Crone? I was not ready for this, no siree, not me, absolutely not!


In the Celtic tradition, there are three ages to women.

The Maiden (or young girl)

The Mother (pretty obvious category but leaves out all the women who for some reason do not have children)

The Crone (post menaupose)

That's it. These categories, I rather suspect, were invented by men…

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Face to Face


Why a photo of camels, I hear you cry!

Well, because I thought it was funny.

What was not so funny, as in funny ha ha, was seeing my first client in my rooms since March 2020.

In Person, we call it now, or Live.

As if somehow in the past two years we had died or depersonalised.

And maybe we did, just a little bit.

Still, I do not like thinking somehow that all my online work with my wonderful clients was somehow dead!


I started pondering what to call this return to a physical enco…

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So many seeds - Imbolc 2


So, I did indeed get all my packets of seeds out. They were hidden in all sorts of unlikely places. I put them all on the kitchen table, the whole pile of them. You can see how many there were in the photo. 

Some of the packets were a bit damp, others, well, the truth is, most of those packets were out of date.

Not by a year or so, no, by 5 years at least. One of them was dated 2016!


I was astonished and decided to use EFT, my old friend, to try to unravel what was going on.

It is the way…

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Why a well? Because, tomorrow is the Festival of Imbolc and the Goddess Brigid who is the patron saint of wells and the forge. Water and fire? Took me years to work it out.

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Tomorrow in Ireland is the official beginning of Spring. Not that there are any actual signs of Spring around, you understand.

But it is undeniable that Spring is on its way.

How do i know that? Well, the evenings are getting lighter, the hens have starting laying again, the sheep in the fields are about to pop an…

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Once upon a time, I was free like a bird, I did not know that, but I was, I could fly wherever I wanted to, hug and kiss random friends and even total strangers with impunity and wear red lipstick at all times.

I could smile with the whole of my face and everyone could hear what I was saying.

Then, the Restrictions started. I cannot recall now what they were called then, I think it was just Lock Down.

Anyway, the Restrictions are being entirely lifted in the UK next week. The Prime Minister …

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