annanotbob's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Just another day, same old same old Lordy, lordy, how the rich folk do live. I have had a brilliant day, just one good thing after another. Breakfast was blinding - they follow the sensible method of starting the day with a huge meal, then a big one at midday and a small one in the evening. So loads of muesli and fruit and toast and eggs and coffee and juice then a quick escape to my (personal, private) patio for a couple of quick roll-ups. Not spliff - I wouldn't dare - well I might have a quickie tomorrow to set me up for the journey home, but the smell is a bit pungent. So, a couple of fags, a shower, a bit of a lie down with the paper and off to yoga. Nice class, just the right level for me. I was going to do something else energetic but spotted a sign for a palmist and couldn't resist. Fantastic. She was spot on, with no help from me, about the past and very optimistic about a long, healthy, more simple and satisfying next stage. She also said, 'You'll never be bored,' which made me laugh, as I think I mentioned that on here very recently. Still no risk of tedium, good, people don't seem to like it. One thing was a bit ohmygod. She repeated it several times, along with, 'I don't like to scaremonger' and 'this won't be fatal - you definitely have a lot more life to live' but she could see an occasion where I could be threatened by either a knife or a gun and my inclination would be to think I can defuse the situation, but I must resist trying, walk away and call for help. Fucking hell. It's a bit specific - how can she see that on my hand? It was all a bit manic - she said she had to talk fast as there's so much there, but she jotted down some notes for me. I liked her. Still not totally sold on palmistry, but interesting. Then I had my massage. Now I had an image of lovely, gentle stroking, scented oils, drifting away. Ha. Swedish massage. Not the same at all. Ordeal by massage. I felt fabulous afterwards, but some of it just plain HURT. Lunch, nice. Then as I was off to book things for tomorrow, I saw a sign for 'Healing Circle.' In the comments book there were several rave reviews of this, so I made a swift detour and signed up. Sadly, or maybe not, the notice had gone up very late and no one else turned up, so I had the woman all to myself. Wow. Right old hippy stuff, but very powerful. She gave me a form to fill out, just a list of things to tick that needed healing, mainly physical, but with a few of the emotional and spiritual ones, so I ticked all those that applied, but no details. She told me she could feel that I was blocked - my sceptic's hat always appears at this point, but I go along with it anyway. Then I lay down and she was doing whatever with my energy fields and stuff. She said, 'Can you feel the blockage?' and as she said it, a massive great knot of tears welled up and I thought I was going to have a mega-blub. But she said, 'Let it go, send it back down into the earth, through the soles of your feet,' and I swear I felt this huge rush of sensation, right through the centre of me, down through my feet. Then it all went a bit weird for a bit and we were done. Since then I have felt FANTASTIC, full of possibility and oh, I don't know, just great. So I did a dance class before dinner, in which eleven lithe young creatures and one clumsy old git learned a routine to Shania Twain's 'That don't impress me much' or whatever it's called. I was utter shite, it was all too fast and I didn't know what she was talking about with her 'two scoops, grapevine, two scoops' old bollocks. But I worked up a sweat and all was good. But I am knackered now and have to get up early again for more yoga, dry flotation (haven't a clue what it is but apparently Helen Mirren always has one when she comes here, it says in the magazine, so I'll give it a go), facial (don't really know what this is either, but maybe it involves beard removal), swim, sauna and home. The kids are having a party round mine this evening. Please let them have cleared up by the time I get home. Sweet dreams. Looking forward to catching up with you all xxx |9:18 p.m. - 19/01/2008 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
||||||