When the phoenix shows up it indicates a new beginning, a fresh start, the ability to create a future different from the past. The phoenix showed up at the start of the year for me and with it came the message that a part of me has to die in order for it to be reborn. I didn’t have to wait long before I discovered what part that was.
This month has mainly consisted of a lot of self care, healing and discovery. One exercise that got me thinking was drawing a time line from birth to 2016 and writing down significant things that happened – good or bad. That wasn’t really the part that got me thinking as I have done this before, although it was good for dusting off the ole memory and also interesting that different memories pop up when redoing this exercise. The real thinking started when I was asked to write down what advice I would give myself during that time. Being a kid of the 80s in the UK I have inevitably seen ‘Back to the Future’ so I know its dangerous to know too much about the future.
We were asked to explore Beginnings, Middles and Endings in counselling recently. Beginnings can be a little bit nerve wracking as we establish a new relationship, the Middles all about developing the relationship and the Endings are often a little sad as we say Goodbye to a relationship. It got me thinking about Endings in general. How do we feel at the end of a great book? At the end of a good movie? A bad movie? How about when we are expecting one more sweet in the packet and realise we already had the last one? Does it help to know an ending is coming?
What is Essential Oil Therapy? Its a bit like aromatherapy for people, but its for animals, and does not involve massaging oils into the body. Animals are far too hairy or feathered for that kind of thing. Besides how would you get a horse up on a massage table?
I recently attended a 6 week Tarot Card Reading Workshop with Lorraine Tricksey. During my reading, there was a card that suggested that my inner child does not have any fun any more. I blinked away wet eyes as that hit a chord with me. The wall light also flickered on which suggested that either there was an ethereal presence in the room that strongly agreed with her words or there was an electrical fault – that also agreed. So it was agreed, my inner child doesn’t have any fun. When did I stop her having fun? I could list some life events that made it difficult, but I don’t think that’s really the point to that question. When did I lose the thread of humour in life, stop recognising the simple joys? Am I the only adult feeling this way? I doubt it.