A Beautiful Unfolding

What a weird day. I felt a bit off-kilter when I got back from the gym, but managed to get grounded again by seeing to the laundry. Later, however, I got a bit hyper just before sending a promotional email out. Nerves perhaps? Just after that I had one of those conversations with a friend where  everything we said wasn’t quite landing with the other person as intended.


  • I found a half-dead mouse writhing on my kitchen floor
  •  I found out from a friend that she’d run over a deer that morning and it had died in her arms – dreadful. She was covered in blood apparently and was deeply shaken all day. I’m not surprised
  • We came across an accident in Stroud where some poor man was lying motionless under a police blanket, his wrecked motorbike crumpled in a nearby hedge.
  •  I took a diversion and had to go back on myself twice because there was a road block

Have you every had a day like this? It’s as if there’s something strange in the air. I don’t think it’s a full-moon is it? Is it some kind of  twisted  karma?

So how do you meet and transform this energy? It would be so easy to get caught up in the drama of  it all .

Well, what I found tonight was that it was a matter of “leaning back into the arms of the angels”. In other words I had to give up all hope of trying to ‘figure it out’ or controlling things, I just had to let it all flow over and around me. I had a very busy night ahead and I wanted everything done before my brother John arrived from France for an overnight stay. We had a lot of great catching up to do! So, I thought, ‘right’ , I can only do what I can do and the rest I’ll leave to unfold as it wants to unfold.

It worked! When I relaxed, things just seemed to sort themselves out – despite the odd unexpected interruption. Looking back, it seems mysterious how everything got done.  All I can say is I love it when I trust the ‘beautiful unfolding’. Thank you angels!

When blobbing is the perfect solution

It’s been a full week with lots of unexpected elements. A two day sleepover on Monday and Tuesday (lovely child – my son gets soooo excited though!), preparing and running a talk on Future Self Now on Thursday, all sorts of bedding down of arrangements for lifts, school, after-school activities etc., and lots more, culminating yesterday with the kids and I having to get towed away from hockey practice in Cirencester. It was a great adventure for the children – being in the back of the tow truck and not getting back home til 9.45pm. I, however, after a morning of yet more school and after-school meetings and arrangements, shopping and of course car stuff, hit a brick wall!

So I realise I have overstretched.

Round up the troops it’s time for some R&R!

I’ve got quite practiced at spotting when my output-o-meter has reached full and, although, I often wrestle with my ex-Catholic-self about it, I know the only way to recover is to stop and allow myself to blob.

So blob is what I have done this afternoon. So far I’ve watched two episodes of The Great British Bake Off (loved the bread episode – got quite inspired) and Episode 11 of the Killing which I’m really enjoying at the moment (even though reading the subtitles often makes me sleepy for some reason!)

Blobbing works. Blobbing is good. It comes under the title of ‘Comfort’ in my Comfort/Nurture/Action scale (see ‘Tools I am Using’). If we have pushed a little too hard or expected ourselves to be spread too thinly then there is nothing for it but a little bit of equal-and-opposite – in other words a swing to the other end of the spectrum in order to even things out.