Me, me, me…

Raven, with her hood down, meditating.

Raven, with her hood down, meditating. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

You know those warnings you get before certain TV programmes?: ‘This show contains scenes that some viewers may find disturbing?’ Well, I feel I should start this post with a warning. Not that what you’re about to read is of a violent nature, or sexually graphic, but more that I am in danger of drifting into areas which may initiate the eye roll manoeuvre. So, be warned: ‘You are now entering a zone where words such as journey, spiritual, and awakening may be used, words which some readers may find nauseating.’ I understand if you need to step away – immediately.

You see, there is an unexpected, and rather pleasant, twist to my current situation. If I was to use words without feeling self-conscious, I would say I am on a spiritual path (I did warn you), but to say that makes my own eyes roll, let alone yours. When Continue reading

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Forget Me Not

imageAs I skip along my healing path, being present, living in the moment (yes, I have been reading The Power of Now, and yes, I am a healing cliché), I know I shouldn’t have checked, that there was nothing to be gained by knowing. But… well, I have no good reason, I just got curious: it’s been nearly six months since I have been well enough to see any friends or family (well, apart from my husband, obviously, or that would just be weird). And, as I knew would be the case, knowing this has not helped me in any way. But, too late, I know.

I have missed birthday lunches with my girlfriends. I have missed Friday evening drinks and loud laughing – probably too loud for others close by – with friends as we let in the weekend fun. I have missed weekends away. I have missed family celebrations. Continue reading

Me, Peter Andre and Mexico

IMG_2350I feel like a different person. It may only be a few weeks ago but she – the sad and unwell shadow of me – already seems like a stranger. If I stop and force my mind, I can take myself to her: I was so exhausted even having a shower was a major effort; I was so stressed that tears were on permanent standby, ready to fall at the smallest upset; I felt desperate, crawling slowly through each day. I did my best to trust that the situation was temporary and that it – the heavy black cloud of CFS – would lift, but when you are feeling this awful you don’t believe you will ever feel normal again.

But I do. And it’s glorious. GLORIOUS.

It may be the physical that takes you down, but somewhere, in the messiness and unpleasantness of being unwell, the mind gets in on the act, and  you get stuck – and in my experience it’s the mind that plays a big part of getting you unstuck and out the other side. Continue reading

Ooh, hello 2013

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year! (Photo credit: Rinoninha)

Hey my lovelies,

I just wanted to pop in and wish you all a wonderful New Year – may it be full of love, laughter and adventure.

I know I have been quiet of late (always reason for suspicion). Unfortunately, I’ve not been very well over the last few weeks. I won’t bore you with the details – I’ve got Husband for that, the lucky man – but let’s just say it’s been more of a sofa season than a party season.

I must say, this is not quite the bold start to my year I had envisaged. Maybe I will start my new year in February. Yes, February, it is. The fashionably late start to the year, but oh what an entrance it will be.

Lots of new year love to you all, and I’ll see you soon…

Karen

‘Tis the season to be pampered

Hey my lovely blogging friends…

I just wanted to wish you all lots of festive love – I hope Santa’s sack is the generous kind, the Baileys will be flowing, and you wear your Christmas jumper with pride.

We are going away for the week, staying in a beautiful lodge in Cirencester, set among a nature reserve, overlooking lakes, with a spa on site. A spa! I must have been REALLY good this year…

See you soon,

Karen

Xx