Life; liberated and condensed

31 05 2012

Its been an interesting couple of weeks!!

I knew it was time to finally tell my elderly parents what was going on, phew, really tough trying to get such life changing information across in a  way that doesn’t alarm, distress or confuse an already very confused couple! And yet again, in their own way, their love and concern and hope for us was tremendous. Alistair received calls each night from Dad for a few nights whilst the information was fresh, and as the information has dimmed and morphed into a somewhat different shape the calls have ceased but we are both still very much on their minds in some way or another.

Pippin moved out, properly, nothing left in her room. The dread and fear and worry that had woken me at the ungodly hour of 2am for the past several days finally translated into snot and tears that needed 3 things. The waaaaambulance, the crying chair and Alistair’s lap.

Candace moving out really signified the enormity and reality of everything that we are doing and experiencing at this moment. The hugeness of selling, moving, downsizing, healing and facing our fears. Well, and that I love her and miss her company.

We met up with an acquaintance  of my ex-husband who is ‘Fulltiming’ in his motor home for a couple of years (didn’t take me long to pick up the lingo, Fulltiming refers to people who live full time in their campers/caravans/R.V’s- makes sense doesn’t  it). They kindly showed us the ropes (not that we need any being as we couldn’t afford to buy the barge) and brought our attention to all manner of things that we had thus far been ignorant of! Being as Alistair and I are trying to get away from ‘The Man’ and all of his demands and constrains, rules and regulations I think we will tune out much of what we heard and revert back to the blissful state of blissful ignorance. In our true style we will simply get on with and see what happens.

We did make 2 decisions that day though. No satellite dish or ariel for us. That means (sorry Holly), no TV, no free view, no Sky! It’s hardly being free if we are still bound by the TV guide is it.

Secondly, we need a Dongle!

The move date is now looking to be around mid June. The lawyers seem intent on making this excruciatingly slow and painful. Questions, questions so many questions almost as inane as ” the blade of grass to the left of the summer-house, will that be staying or going”!

Gladys continues to prepare herself for our arrival though. She has a new wood effect floor (yes I know its like lino but she likes to think of it as wood), new rugs, new sheepskins (Brick Lane beckoned us back) and a new Tree of Life bed throw kindly gifted to us by Alex and Pagan.

I don’t know how, but Alistair and I have managed to condense our prized possessions and necessary equipment (clothes, kitchen utensils, food cupboard and tool kit) in to 24 archive boxes!!!!!!

We drove 12 of them up to Gladys yesterday and the final 12 will go up next friday.

How does it feel, honestly, strangely liberating.

The stuff that we had accumulated and kept over the years was ridiculous. Stuff that we hadn’t looked at or used in years that would have continued attracting dust for another 10 years had life not presented this opportunity for us to change. Stuff that had long since lost its meaning sitting abandoned and lifeless in the loft. Stuff that we thought we needed just in case.

A Shaman once said to me ” If you don’t know why you have something in your life either let it go or rediscover why you  have it, and that includes things and relationships”, wise words I think.

It is true at this moment to say that everything that we have in Gladys is meaningful, cherished and needed. And I am beginning to feel that all that we cherish will feel as at home in Gladys as it has in our tiny angel wrapped Brentwood cottage.

I wonder if the angels will follow us or stay here for the next owner?



Common Sense in the Muddle of Brick Lane

15 05 2012

As the sun briefly had its hat on at the weekend we too put ours on and headed up to Brick Lane on the Harley, couple of cool movers that we are.

However, we headed straight past the Vintage shops, past the Antique/Second Hand crockery sellers, past all the fab smelling food stools (of course remember organic wholefoods only for us even when we are allowed out) and past the leather and sheepskin rug sellers that had all been calling to me in my inner ear all the way there (have this for Gladys, that will look great draped over that chair, buy this for Gladys, fetch that for Gladys, you know that incessant chatter that we have that quietly does a better selling job than any double glazing rep can do)!

So where were we heading….Brick House in Brick Lane to attend a most amazing conference ” Cancer is Curable Now”.

As you know Alistair & I are always on the lookout and listenout for information that will help quench our thirst for knowledge about natural/alternative approaches to healing cancer (and now any other chronic supposedly long-term non curable conditions such as Asthma, Arthritis and any thing that the Doctor will have you believe you are stuck with).

The conference was incredible and we came out with more hope and inspiration and empowerment, not just for our own selves and our journey but for hope in a global shift in attitudes towards health and healing.

The message I would pass on to everyone is

“You live in your own body and it is up to you to do what it needs to make you well” (Only that day I had spoken to someone who had said to me, there isn’t anything I can do). That’s just a cop-out I’m afraid, there is Always something but the real question is  do you want to do it?

We now understand that the cancer curve ball that Alistair metaphorically caught whilst down on one knee was actually his body screaming for help. And that help, although coming from many different avenues has one thing that joins it together, our willingness to make changes, to be proactive, to get involved and have the courage to change our thinking and our beliefs. To challenge what the medical hierarchy tell us. We learnt at the weekend that it’s not about shopping for health, it is about a philosophy of thinking.

Think about joining this global community of common sense, let’s make a difference:

I’m no Angel though, on the way back of course I stopped and shopped at the sheepskin rug shop, well after all Gladys deserves some nice things too. And if the sun reappears at the weekend the Vintage shops are still calling…

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