Month: March 2017

A day spent finishing a gardening job for a chap who used to be a farmer and is now taking an interest in playing piano, which is quite brave for someone in his 70s. Sometimes, people are with you but they are not with you. This chap was full of concern about his forthcoming practice with others in a small musical group. He was worried that his playing would not be up to standard and we,...

Our first real gardening job of the year, conducted in lovely sunshine for husband-and-wife golfers and musicians. doing a gardening job involves familiarising yourself with the layout and meaning of the garden and I have turned down jobs in the past because I cannot see what real changes our labours would produce. Strictly speaking, we don't need the money, but we do need the physical exercise...

It is quite interesting that we speak about a traumatic event when in fact this adjective is a misuse of the language. It could be traumatic to some, shocking to someone else or a source of delight and personal development to a third person. So, it is not a traumatic event, it’s an event. Far more damaging than single events are tendencies over a period of time where your trust in people is...

I wrote to all the 25 members of my Meetup group about a meeting on 20 March and so far no one has expressed an interest in coming. Although they signed up within the last couple of weeks as being interested. I think people have lost their trust altogether in going along to new events where they almost expect to be disappointed, either that or get drunk and be laid. I don't know how else to...

Reflections on losing my 'umbilical cord'.... As of Friday, we lost our Internet connection due to changes that are being made to our system and I have managed to survive for 48 hours without checking in every 10 minutes. On Friday night, my wife and myself both spent time reading, we decided to have a technology-free time, and found that we had quite a lot to say to each other concerning the...

This is a day of working, reading and watching videos. I am fascinated with energy techniques such as EFT (google it). We waste so much energy endlessly recycling imagery, I could describe it as a blood clot with nowhere to go. This is a slow motion trauma just as insecure as if not more so than the traumatic effect or say a road accident, but because it is slow drip you don't notice. I am...