2014 in review

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I’ll pulp your bloody fiction…

It’s that time of year again…

Everywhere you look… motivational memes…

And to be quite frank… a lot of them get right up my nose…

Now there’s nothing inherently wrong with them per se…

But what I object to is the flagrant blatant flouting and spouting that gets tossed directly in to my face…

I’m a fairly pragmatic soul by nature and it frequently surprises me how often that gets me into awkward situations.

I’ve had a year of spectacular ups and downs and I embrace the good, the bad, the joys, the sorrows, the gains and the losses… and all that I’ve learnt through that and I wouldn’t change one day of it…

However, as a result of this… for the first time ever… I’m going to be making some New Year Resolutions.

I’m going to resolutely continue as I am!

If you’re going to perceive my pragmatism as a punch in the face, then that is your problem and not mine… feel free to find the nearest exit and use it!

I’ve had the positivity  card slapped in my face far too many times this year to stand around and turn the other cheek.

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So come 2015… there will be a zero tolerance of the abuse and misuse of the word POSITIVITY!

And that equally applies to NEGATIVITY!

Now I have nothing against the power of positive thinking when properly applied and why should I? It’s an amazing force when put skillfully into action…

What I have a problem with is people using the word negativity as some kind of insult and put down or throwing positivity around to try and establish themselves as superior evolved beings who don’t soil themselves with dirty emotions like anger…

See… ANGER!! There’s another one that gets tossed around… Oh, it’s so negative! You shouldn’t get angry! Be more positive…

No NUTS!! to that!! In fact NUTS WHOLE HAZELNUTS to that!!

Being angry does not make you a bad person any more than that slapped on faked smile makes you a good person… whatever that may be or mean…

Sometimes anger is needed, justified and required. It is a voice that stands up against injustice and unfairness, calls out BS!!! and defends the weak and vulnerable… It’s the voice that got a child into arts class after an incompetency screwed up her application forms…

Being angry means that you are experiencing the feelings of anger, it is neither good nor bad, it just is. It is part and parcel of being human…

Ok… so the consequences of anger can be harmful and damaging…

But then so can the effects of positivity…

I’m sure as a mother I’d cause my children more harm by not paying the bills and blowing the house keeping on lottery tickets because I’m manifesting a miraculous windfall… than by my negativity of telling them NO! I’m not buying you another gadget, you’ll only break it…

I do not subscribe to the either or of positive or negative… I find it a ridiculous over simplification…

What I do know is that if I voice my opinion on something, then I’ve spent very many hours forming that… And yes, I will happily adjust my opinion if presented with new evidence, logic, reason…

But please…

An auto-response along the lines of:

Stop being angry!

or

You need to be more positive!

Well… that’s only going to trigger my auto-response of…

jules

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Yule tbh…

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Yule… to be honest…

Every year, I’m less and less enamoured…

Over the years, I’ve eliminated bit by bit all the things that irk me…  which has got easier and easier as most of the family and in-laws self-culled into a couple of categories… the deceased and the estranged…

But still my humour gets increasingly dark… A friend of mine blames it on me being an equinox baby… Karen you were born when things were in perfect balance… of course you’ll feel the gloom as the days shorten and darken…

Whatev’! My sunny disposition disappears into the shadows…

So basically I’ve forced myself out of hibernation for this…

The title filled me with chagrin…The Joy of Gifting…

Gifts!!! OH NO!!!! Please No… don’t give me gifts… or more precisely, please don’t give me gifts that I have to open in front of people… It fills me with horror… I have one of those faces that moves and betrays every fleeting thought… and I am a genuinely dreadful liar… Opening gifts with an audience… Looking at faces eager to see a pleased reaction and the agony of unwrapping and discovering what’s inside… please, please, please don’t let it be something I’ll hate… Because guaranteed, my face will crumple… And then the donor will ask me – don’t you like it? And there will be a painfully long silence until I say… errrr no… actually no… I don’t… Which generally goes down like a fart in a spacesuit but I have this highly mobile and expressive face so white christmas lies aren’t going to fool anyone… I’ll get told that there was no need to be so rude and my face will gurn as in my head the words flow…. rude? rude? me rude? why have you done this to me? what on god’s green earth made you not only think of me but also think that I would like this??? don’t you know me at all?? do you know anything about me? why? why? why? honestly…

Yeah… generally…. given the choice of opening gifts and skinning myself alive and rolling in rock salt… I’d go for the latter…

And don’t even get me started on the levels of mortification I feel when I realise that I’ve given a truly bloody awful gift… I have seen someone’s crestfallen face and caught their look of utter despair before they pulled their facial muscles into a mask of social niceties and I have broken down in tears and wailed… I know!!! I know!!! It’s awful!! I’m sorry!!! I don’t know what I was thinking… I think I was pre-menstrual and just wanted to get out of the shop… I’ll make it up to you! I promise!!

Though… interestingly… surprise gifts on random whims on non-official and non- pre-determined dates… Spontaneous splurges… I abso-bloody-lutely LOVE!!! I’m a very merry unbirthday to you! type of girl… An out of the blue gift of the tiniest thing will launch me instantaneously into a happy happy joy joy dance and squee overload!

Anyway!!! Enough of the bah humbug… I guess I’d better put the Grinch on ice and get down to the task in hand…

Arwen asked us to draw some cards for the following…

 

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So… here’s some cards I drew… I’ll apologise in advance to any Lenny readers as I’m not studious but I like the images and so I make things up… Besides…. they’re not Lenny’s cards… they’re mine!

1. What gift would you give the world if you could?

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Well… after that petite outburst… this may come as no surprise…

I give the gift of choice… pick what you like, when you like and do with it what you will…

2.  What gift would you want from the world?

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Yeah… this is probably kind of selfish… but I’d like a tip off on how to move into somewhere big enough to run both my home life and my business from. I live in a house full of creative people and it’s chaos! The kids are getting bigger, the space is getting tighter and the house fills with all manner of art supplies and musical instruments… Myself and Mr S have tried all manner of conventional routes and lost count of the number of times we’ve felt to be on the brink of progress just to be informed by a suit behind a desk, that ‘computer says ‘no…” Maybe it’s time to start backing the horses, to throw a few quid on some long shots and try and pull off an against all odds accumulator… But then again… the house always wins in the gaming business…

3.  What gift have you gotten that has brought you joy?

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Oh… OK… this is kind of personal… That’s definitely Mr S there in the middle and I’m doubly sure as the coffin sits beside him… He’s a sexton, he’s spent 35 years standing next to coffins… Ok… so it’s popped up in the cards, so now I have to tell you something I don’t talk about… See… Me and Mr S have this strange kind of thing we do in the bedroom… Ha!!! Calm down!! It’s not going to get TMI!!! Sorry to disappoint you!

Whenever I have a major decision to make on which direction to take, just before I fall asleep, I will place my hands on Mr S’s head and say to him bring me a picture, find me an image… Now I never tell him what the question is but every time I do this he will bring me three images, which at first seem very random but then there will be a word that connects them and that is where my answer lies… he calms my mind and lays my worries to rest… and that’s not joy as in happy happy joy joy but I feel joy in a deeper way, in a sense of profound calm and clarity… and that feels joyous…

4. What gift have you given that has brought you joy?

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Well… this is how I reciprocate to Mr S… I saw these cards and I instantly knew what they meant because he’d told me about a year ago what my greatest gift to him was. He sat and thanked me one day for being his pillar of strength through his darkest times and always being there and patiently waiting for him to pull himself out of black wells of depression, for giving him a reason to want to make fresh starts and to see the world as a brighter place.

5. What is one last thing you would like to share about this season?

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Ha!!! Sorry folks… The Grinch is back!!

Ok… basically I am finding this delightfully hilarious as I’m seeing laid out, the conspiracy I indulge in with all my very best friends every year… We have a little plan… we aim to see each other for a good old chinwag around mid-December, then we make a pact to blissfully ignore all the festivities, not write cards, not swap gifts, we laugh and make jokes and wish each other the best of luck in surviving the onslaught of family bliss that’s due to unfold and we agree to speak again in the Spring… See you when the clocks change! Catch you at the equinox! Though… to be honest… we rarely last that long and usually we start to  emerge around February…about the same time as the crocuses start to pop up…

And on that note… I’m heading back off into hibernation…

I may be packing more Joy come next hop…

I’m solar powered don’t ya know?! 😀

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The Myth of Fairy Tale Romance Vs The Magic of Modern Love

I’m super delighted to be over at Bernard’s place today, to guest blog on myth and magic…

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Magic + Myth : A Spirit and Wellness Guest Post
by Karen Sealey

Alchemical KissIt’s taken me a while to plump for a direction.

You see when myth and magic are part of your bread and butter living there are many slants to choose. I had several rough drafts of this post laying around but none of them inspired me enough.

Lacking a certain spark.

Failing to ignite a passion.

I closed down all the open windows and flicked through Facebook nearly punching the screen!

Until I found my fuel.

Making its way down my newsfeed was a picture by Jack Vettriano. Two figures lips locked on a railway station, the curvy woman held aloft by a chiselled chin man clutching a bunch of roses. Now the picture in itself didn’t really move me that much. Sure it had an aesthetic appeal if you like that kind of thing, but the words that went with it…

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Law of Attraction Needs Policing…

Boots

Magically Manifested???

Now… you see these boots? Well, they came marching into my wardrobe a couple of weeks back at quite a convenient time. My old boots that I mostly live and die in had decided to fall to pieces and it annoyed me immensely as I had places to go and stuff to do and braving the crowds to shop and replace them was not a particularly inviting task…

I turned up at a friend’s place and she knew nothing of my tattered footwear but there when I arrived, waiting for me were these boots… Do you want these? she asked me.

Now some may say that that was manifestation and maybe Law of Attraction at it’s finest…

I’m not convinced… I’m a lapsed Scientist and in my head I carry memories of Newton’s 3rd Law:

For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.

And I also carry echoes of thing’s I’ve read such as The Luck Factor: The Scientific Study of the Lucky Mind

Though mostly in my mind it was a little bit of synchronicity and serendipity with an pragmatic undercurrent…

See…My friend had asked me to create a painting for her, when I got there, she’d not had time to get to the cash point to pick up any money… she’s known me long enough to know my taste and passion for boots…

It was a mutually beneficial arrangement for two somewhat lazy women to both get what they wanted without having to add any further errands to the day…

Now to be perfectly honest, I don’t really care what you call that… Luck, Laziness, Law of Attraction…

Take your pick, it bothers me not, as at the end of the day… everyone is happy with the arrangement…

Admittedly, I’ve never been a massive fan of L.O.A. mostly because it seems to be open to massive misinterpretations and misuse… and I think it’s getting worse…

I’ve noticed L.O.A.being bandied about between buzzwords of positivity and negativity, in a manner that is well… basically a Hustler’s dream… Yes, L.O.A. is being abused… to excuse and exempt people of taking personal responsibility…

I witnessed something recently that would have been farcical had it not been for the number of people’s livelihoods that were being affected…

It was quite surreal to see someone scapegoat a client and blame dismal footfall on the day, as being down to that person’s negative attitude and to say that the place would have been filled if only they had smiled more…

Well… that’s an interesting perspective…

With the best will in the world… I’m going to take quite some convincing to believe that a Colgate smile will magically attract people out of their houses and in to a building  so well, that you can justify not doing the weeks and weeks of promoting and advertising that were promised…

Yeah… I’m all for the power of positive thinking…

But when it appears that some people’s idea of positivity is to pile on the BS so high so it seems they can no longer smell it…

Well… that gets my goat…

And then to watch the accusations fly in all directions when called out on BS…

Well… that particular brand of L.O.A. seems to be a cosmic joke that fails to magically manifest this Magician to LOL

I was brought up with an odd expression…

Wish in one hand and shit in the other and see which gets filled first

I have little faith in people who over promise and under deliver.

Call me old fashioned but… if you’re going to talk the big talk then you’d best  get your boots on to walk the walk…

I don’t think

Hello Cosmos! Hello Cosmos!

Emergency delivery NOW

is going to cut it too often, no matter how much you smile, if you consistently choose to dodge out of work…

I guess it’s only a matter of time before Karma steps into those boots you neglected to fill… I’ve heard a rumour that Karma likes to kick ass…

Whatev’… personally I think people sow the seeds of their own undoing… Though it does somewhat amuse me to think of Karma coming out to play and hearing wafting through the ether…

We’ve got a code red! LOA 999

Why do we measure waits in length…

There are few things that irritate me more, than being swept into other people’s time streams…

I don’t care much for time… I don’t wear a watch… I pretty much operate within my own timezone…

I guess it comes from a combination of things… years of working shifts, watches that have a tendency to commit suicide when I wear them and the general mayhem of rearing 4 kids that seem to have conspired between themselves to ensure that at least one of them is always awake…. no matter what time of day or night…

But one thing I do know for sure, is that I never miss a deadline…

I very rarely know what day of the week it is, often I’m not even sure which month I’m in and I have even been known to ask – what year is this? Yet somehow or another if I’ve said I’ll do something, it will get done…

Now I find myself in a position where I’m being given a weekly countdown…

And it’s a very strange situation… I completely fail to grasp a sense of urgency when someone informs me that we ONLY have 8 weeks left…

My mind drifts into space as I think 8 weeks… wow… that’s a lifetime…. that’s many lifetimes… I’ve got loads to do before then…

I hear a voice that pulls me back into the room…

So! Have you brought any work with you? Have you written anything yet? Time is running out…

Apparently… jeez…. you’re so stressy! is not the appropriate answer…

Neither is… yes… I’ve written loads actually… oh… for this? the homework? oh no…. not done that…

And last week when asked if I had any material…

Well.. I answered – Yes! Yes I have!

That went down a bit better… The anticipatory smile of my tutor was soon replaced with a grimace and a nose dive into despair when he asked – so where it is?

Oh… it’s at home, there’s no point bringing it in yet, it’s not legible to anybody else right now…

Are you planning on delivering via telepathy? he inquired…

Mmmm…. possibly…. yeah…. that works pretty well for me…  I mused…

You have 8 weeks to write 10 minutes worth of material, you need to get into the habit of writing…

I suppressed the urge to rupture into raucous laughter… as I didn’t feel much inclined to let anyone else in on my joke…

10 minutes

Get into the habit of writing… ha! it’s a habit of writing that’s gotten me into this mess…

I do plenty of writing and I know that I have very many deadlines to hit before that tiny 10 minute slot even starts to appear on my horizon of urgency… particularly as I already have way too much material… there’s a fractal of scrawls in my book that could fill a few hours… I don’t need any more words, I need to kill a few of my babies off… a comedic cull down to the survival of the wittiest…

I disappeared into idle daydream and again my attention was yanked back…

So… What are you going to do? Sit with some crayons and draw a few pictures? And just hope that words magically appear? You have to write words if you want to write!

What?

Laughter filled the room… Though the focus has moved elsewhere and settled on a chap nursing his notepad…

Hey! I said, what’s so funny about that? That’s pretty much what I do…

Glances swept my way then just as quickly swept away again… though in that brief flit of eye movements, I heard a silence filled with unspoken questions of – Why are you even here? Why aren’t you taking this seriously?

I went back into my bubble… I like my bubble… I can think what I like in there… without interruption…

I pondered a while, what is it with people that if you’re not doing things their way, that they think you are not doing anything? What is this obsession with time? This strange notion that a set amount of time is required for such and such a result… I don’t buy into that… I remember as a child, learning to play instruments and being told to practise for an hour a day… everyday you must spend an hour… I found that a nonsense… there’s very little point in sitting for an hour if you are not in the mood, there’s so much more to be gained by spending 15 minutes playing when you are in the mood… then there’s that whole bending and stretching thing that time does… times when if time thinks that you’re not looking, it will move backwards… sometimes you can catch it out of the corner of your eye as the hand on the clock reverses… then other times hours pass like seconds…

An old friend dropped into my dreamscape…

White Rabbit Magic and Myth

Yeah… that’s good of you to drop by Mr Rabbit… but really… you want me to take advice from someone who spends all day running around shouting about being late?

Sure… why not?

Because Rabbit… I’m not even convinced you can tell the time… You should trade that fob watch in for a digital, then maybe you’d realise that you have plenty of time…

I see that you’re still argumentative then…

Pardon? Hey Rabbit! How come you are black now?

Black? White? Neither or both… It all depends on where you’re standing…

Adventures on my Tarot travels…

So… Mid-June, I received a phone call… an unknown number on my work phone, just as I was half-dressed and mid-way through applying my make-up, getting ready to leave for a reading gig, and usually under those circumstances, I would never have answered the phone but all my kids shouted in chorus- MUM!!!! PHONE!!! YOU HAVE TO ANSWER!!!

So… I answered the phone in my most irreverent and off-handed manner, was delightfully obnoxious and told the voice on the other end – Look! I’m busy! I don’t have time for your prank calls! Then I was generally argumentative as the voice on the other end, somehow convinced me that it was a genuine call and invited me to test read for new company that was being set up… and a date was set in the diary for Monday.

Monday came and went and nobody called… See! I knew it! Pranksters! 😀

Tuesday came and due to series of events, I was still at home when I should have been elsewhere… The phone rang and a voice apologised for being 10 minutes late. What? I said… 10 minutes late??? For what??? My test read??? Oh… You’re not 10 minutes late… You’re 24 hours late mate! Do I have time now??? Not really… oh go on then…. let’s do it!

And this is where my, as my husband calls it, ‘living in total chaos’ paid off as there sitting on my desk rather than being put neatly away was my deck… I looked down at my tatty, battered and well worn Mystereum and asked … Well M… what do you think? Are you up for it?

M winked back at me and laughed YEAH BayBEE!!! Let’s ROCK!!!

And so it came to pass, that I was offered a place on the Psychic Ether team…

So… this week found me up in Manchester meeting the rest of the team…

I met some pretty interesting people and to quote Psychic Ether…

We at the Psychic Ether team have interviewed over 150 psychics, but decided to keep our community of psychics to a limit.
We have hand picked some of the best and well known psychics in the UK for their experience, accuracy and most of all their warm and genuine personalities. Derek Acorah has quality assured all of us.

Among us are aromatherapists, astrologists, numerologists, ghost busters, tarot, rune and angel card readers, palmists, pet psychics, psychic mediums, colour/ aura therapists, Feng Shui experts and Past life regression therapists, counsellors, bereavement counsellors, NLP practitioners, reflexologists, energy healers, Reiki masters and teachers. The list goes on ……. you name it we’ve got it.

Some of our psychics have published authors, written articles for popular spiritual magazines, been awarded Psychic of the year awards, worked on TV, talk on radio stations and run their own workshops in their areas of expertise. At some point we hope to run Psychic Ether workshops up and down the UK so can all meet us in person.

Why would you come to us?

We have all needed some support, guidance and direction at some point in our lives and it’s lovely to talk to our friends and family but sometimes they are too emotionally involved in our problems to give us help. You can trust us to give you a confidential, non-judgemental reading. We all use our spiritual guides and practical knowledge to look at your past, present and future outcomes and most importantly advice on how to reach your goals. With our years of experience there isn’t much we haven’t heard or helped people with, no matter what your situation or stage you are at in life. So whether you are looking for a general reading, needing some specific answers, wanting to connect with a loved one or animal who has passed or indeed want to develop your own psychic abilities and look at making positive changes in your own lives – we can help you.
What you need to do now.

View each psychics video blog and choose which psychic you think you will best connect with.
Go to http://www.psychicether.com. click on their availability and book a reading that suits you both.

You can choose to have a face to face reading via our video link or we can call you back for a phone reading at no extra cost to you. Our prices are affordable, up front and flexible depending on how long you think you will need.

You can check my availability by clicking here… Karen Sealey

You can also read my monthly blogs along with many others,  here… Derek Acorah’s Psychic Ether Blogroll

And you can check out my weekly blogs ~ Tarot Tuesdays~ on facebook, here… Psychic Ether

The adventure continues…

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