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Dear Reader,

What with all the anxiety floating around. Whether you are off the World or of the World (I hope you read my previous blog on the topic - if not, go and find it!). It has not been that easy to sleep.

The going to sleep part for me is simple, I just do. It is the waking up at some ridiculous hour and starting to mull things over that I do not like very much.

Anyway, this did not happen last night but I had a dream instead. It is not often that I remember my dreams so this must be …

Dear Reader,

I am sorry I was a tad morose last week. Actually, that is not true, I am not sorry at all. These feelings have to be lived and pushing them down really does not help.

I have a puzzle for you today and I need your input.

I am trying to understand  a North American expression that a lot of my US/Canadian friends and clients use. They will say something like "I am having a great week, but I am waiting for the other shoe to drop"

When I first heard that, I had no idea what they wer…

Dear Reader,

This morning, as I took my dog for a walk, or maybe he took me for a walk, the jury is out on that one,

I got to thinking of my Monday feelings and how I had got myself into such a pit.

I wondered what had happened to me.

Suddenly, I realized!

I have been too much "of the World" since the end of February, this is what!

I have followed the News, read several newspapers, generally, alright obsessively, kept myself "informed".

Only, I did not, I got myself overwhelmed with stuff…

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…

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…

i have a story for you today, yes, another one!

I hope you enjoy it, it is a really good one, full of dramas and reveals.

Once upon a time,

There was a storyteller. She was extremely successful, very much in demand. She had a diary full of exciting dates, European festivals, Irish events and maybe even, work in the USA. She loved her work and all her costumes. She was happy as Larry (whoever Larry was).

And then

Dark clouds massed on the horizon. The Nasty Pandemic Fairy waved her ebony wan…

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…

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…

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…

I don't know about you but I am finding it difficult to focus these days and to not get into a state of panic when the tiniest thing goes wrong

or not to randomly lose my temper at the slightest opportunity.

No, I do not think I am going mad, it is just that two years of endless stress have taken their toll.

I keep thinking that I should be feeling fine now that the Restrictions are over in Ireland

ONLY

they might be over, but people are still getting sick and there are still masks everyw…