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Sometimes knowledge has a bitterswet taste.   #Bittersweet Moments

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“Finishing a book is bittersweet. You spend days getting to know the characters. Learning their nuances, their faults, their loves, their lives. They become your friends, acquaintances, enemies. And after the story ends, you miss them. You look for them in your own life, wonder where they’ve gone, you forget that they aren’t real. You fall in love with the hero and dream of him at night. The strange girl becomes your best friend. Their heartaches become your heartaches. You laugh when they laugh. And cry when they die. Eventually you realise they aren’t a part of your world, you were just briefly visiting theirs.”

Whimsical Enlightenment

Love, life, time, all have a way of taking you unawares at times. People too have a remarkable knack for tripping you up, but the best of all is memory.  We have a wonderful capacity to remember the wonderful moments and, if not forgetting, then at least “greying out” the not so wonderful times.  It’s a safety mechanism – I’m absolutely convinced of that.

Being in  a situation where you have a lot of time on your hands, after all the minutiae of each day has been finished, can allow you to review, not only your day, but your life, or at least the larger events in your life. This isn’t a bad thing, in fact it can be an invaluable tool of transformation. If there is one thing I have learned it’s that you can never stop learning. There is always something, some way in which I can be better, do something better, help someone more….. I’m sure you get the idea.

Being static is a form of ‘death’. If we are unable to continually, even in small increments, move along and be all we can be, then we are wasting our lives and our opportunities to grow. It may sound ridiculous to say that, as an adult I wasn’t to continue to grow, but what is the other option available? Stagnation – I really don’t think so.  It makes me think of mould and mildew and fungus and spores, and whilst I love certain types of fungus, I’m not overly enamoured of becoming one.  So the idea is to continue to grow and evolve.

#Bittersweet Moments

Evolution – setting the spirit inside free. Image courtesy of http://www.the-universal-link.com

Evolve, what a wonderful word that is and how much it can conjure up. When I take a look at life, from the very beginning, we can see how much life has evolved, changed and the miraculous things which have eventuated as a result of the evolution. Granted, there have been some best forgotten ways in which things have changed, but like all children, we have to make mistakes in order to learn.

This, is ultimately what I believe we are here for. We are here, on this beautiful planet, our home, to learn. We are here to grow and become all that we can be, so that as evolved beings we can go onward and create better things, better places, be better beings than we have been thus far.  Once again, it may sound far-fetched, but it is the only sound, dare I say it, even logical reason for some of the horrendous and the magical things we see happening around us.

We see people broken by events who take their own lives and sometimes those of others.  We see people spending days trying to coax stranded whales and dolphins back into the ocean.  We can see people who carelessly speed and cripple or maim themselves and others and we also see those angels who walk the earth. The people who rush in where “mere mortals fear to tread” and help care for the hurt and injured, the trapped and fearful in their hour of need, without thought for their own safety.  When you pause to consider the depth and breadth of possibilities, you have to acknowledge that it truly is inexplicable.

#Bittersweet Moments

Earth Angels. Image courtesy of Josephine wall art.com

“Happiness. Simple as a glass of chocolate or tortuous as the heart. Bitter. Sweet. Alive.”
Joanne Harris, Chocolat

I recently returned to my doctor who I have known for several decades. In fact, I think of him more like a friend than just my doctor. He knows me, my family and he has cared for me through some of the worst times in my life.  I knew he had been involved in an accident, but was totally unprepared for the sight that met my eyes when I saw him. A dog had tripped him whilst running and as he fell, awkwardly, as he put it, his thigh “exploded”. The x-ray on show bore testament to the agony he must have suffered.

His hip had to be replaced and his thigh is wired and bolted and screwed together. His shoulder is also bolted and screwed into place. Yet he was there, in his surgery, tending to his patients.  A true earth angel.  My heart clenched in sympathy to see him struggling around. My stomach knotted up with anguish as I instinctively moved to help him to get up from his chair. The irony, if I helped him we would both need help, to get back off the floor!  Yet there I was with a person I care for and could not help. I sent him Reiki, and am continuing to do so. It’s a small offering for someone who cares so much for others.

Dying Zoo Worker Gets Goodbye Kiss From Giraffe – Image courtesy of ABC News abcnews.go.com

What has this to do with “Bittersweet Moments”? Nothing and yet everything. It was a moment in time which was bitter in the knowledge that I was unable to really help another human being. It was, also a sweet moment as I realised that I cared for someone, enough to feel their pain and send them healing, as much as I could. It gave me the hope that, if we two could feel and support each other in this small way, then there is much greater hope for the larger scope of humanity.  There is the belief that, rather than annihilating ourselves and the world we live in, we may evolve and share the beauty of this world with future generations to come.

So, despite the doom sayers, I will continue to do what I can, where I can, and say a prayer of thanks for all those who do the same, in the knowledge that we are all working towards evolving into more evolved spirits, who will shine with a light and purity that will make a difference to all. This, to me, is at the core of “Bittersweet Moments”.

“When Life is Well say THANK YOU & CELEBRATE, and when life is Bitter say THANK YOU & GROW.”
Shauna Niequist, Bittersweet: Thoughts on Change, Grace, and Learning the Hard Way

 

Blessings, Susan ♥

© Susan Jamieson July 2014

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#Teamwork

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“The way I see it, our natural human instinct is to fight or flee that which we perceive to be dangerous. Although this mechanism evolved to protect us, it serves as the single greatest limiting process to our growth. To put this process in perspective and not let it rule my life, I
expect the unexpected;
make the unfamiliar familiar;
make the unknown known;
make the uncomfortable comfortable;
believe the unbelievable.”
Charles F. Glassman, Brain Drain The Breakthrough That Will Change Your Life

There’s no doubt about it when there is a big job to be done, there is nothing which makes it easier to handle than teamwork. Of course it goes without saying that everyone needs to be on the same page and marching to the same beat. If they are not, then some quite cataclysmic explosions can occur.

Many years ago, when I was working for one of the big four banks, my branch was relocated to another suburb. It caused innumerable complaints from the local residents who would be forced to try to get to the new location. Many of the locals were elderly or on the basic wage and it literally meant they would have to catch a bus just to get to the bank.

We probably wouldn’t think too much about it today, but then it was a major inconvenience, but profits trumped service even then. As bad as that was for the customers, the hardest part was the physical work necessary to move the “bank” and all its records to the new location. From close of business Friday afternoon, all over the weekend, staff and security were involved in the packing and transfer of material.

That was over two days, yet moving home, packing all your memorabilia, takes far longer. So far we have been working for over a week. In fact, we began to organise the day we secured the property.

Like most efficient organisers, first came the long lists, covering everything in stages, as we felt they were required. Starting with the setting up, the transfer or establishment of essential services. Phone calls should be a simple enough task to complete and yet they can take an inordinate amount of time. However, working together we managed to get everything done fairly smoothly.

It’s no secret that I am somewhat challenged in how much I can accomplish, physically, at present. Still, each evening we go over the days tasks, agreed on the night before and check off what we have done. The last thing we do, is agree on the “plan of attack” for the next day. The plan is working incredibly well and we have managed to make huge inroads into the mammoth task of moving.

I’m trying to keep the pain to a manageable level, despite the frustration of not being able to do as much as my mind tells me I can do. I’m not always successful, and my body quickly reminds me when my mind cashes checks my body simply cannot fulfil. In the interests of personal harmony I retreat to my room and meditate for a while. Spirit is helping in this act of keeping myself to a sensible pace.

Little by little the learning process continues and I realise how much Spirit plays an essential and wonderful part in our daily lives.

Yet, above all, the one thing which has been uppermost in my mind is the ease with which this move is so far being handled. Teamwork really can and does make things so much easier. With a partnership built on respect and trust for the other persons strengths, the division of tasks has seen a possible mammoth undertaking progress much more smoothly than I many I have seen before.

I am absolutely sure we have the Angels of translocation looking after us and aiding us in everything we do. As part of our team Spirit is aiding us with everything we need to think about and accomplish, even to helping me to step back, when necessary and relax for a time.

I regularly ask the Universe for help when I am stumped by a problem and they have never failed to provide an answer, even if it wasn’t the one I was expecting. Spirit works in mysterious ways.

I’m sure in the coming couple of weeks, Spirit, the Angels, whoever you choose to call our higher power of good, will continue to help us where they can and make the transition as easy as possible. Trust and great teamwork. Wonderful!

“When you trust your inner guidance and begin moving in the direction of your dreams (aligned with your individual gifts) you will be cloaked in an armor bestowed upon you by your guardian angel.”
Charles F. Glassman
#Teamwork

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Blessings, Susan♥

© Susan Jamieson 2014

 

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#ScheduledProgamming

Celtic Goddess Epona… Facebook.com

 I hear there are people who actually enjoy moving. Sounds like a disease to me – they must be unstable. Though it does have it’s poetry, I’ll allow that. When an old dwelling starts looking desolate, a mixture of regret and anxiety comes over us and we feel like we are leaving a safe harbor for the rolling sea. As for the new place, it looks on us with alien eyes, it has nothing to say to us, it is cold.”
Jan Neruda, Prague Tales

It almost becomes an imperative, once the blogging bug takes hold. There is a pleasure, a gratefulness that the words you pen are read by other people. Not only that they are read but that people also enjoy, are entertained by, or perhaps learn something from those words you offer.

Perhaps they are lofty ideals but they are pleasant ones. Moreover, they are ones which bring no harm to anyone, which is something I’m rather passionate about. In everything I do, I hope that someone may find a word which helps them in their day-to-day life, even if it is only a temporary distraction.

It began as a distraction for me and has grown to mean a great deal more. Friends I have made in my journey have grown to mean a great deal to me. It has become empowering. However, I am now knee-deep in cartons and tape, boxes and paper, bubble wrap and labels, as we pack up our home and prepare to move.

 

It would be woefully inadequate to say I am in a state where I feel capable to render much assistance with this. Such is my stubborn nature that I refuse to allow my health issues to stop me from doing what I can. I can truthfully say that this move, more than any other has seen me less helpful than I would like.

A day in bed, trying to “rest up” has barely dented the drain on my pitiful reserves. However, in ten days’ time the removalists arrive and ready we must be, and I want to do my part. (Plus, it niggles like fury when I cannot find anything at the other end!)

So, for the next ten to fourteen days my regular blogging schedule will be interrupted. I will post as and when I can and share any funny, farcical incidents which always occur when people pack up their lives to move. Falling into packing boxes always makes the onlookers smile if not the person upended inside the box.

Regular programming is expected to resume after the 3rd May. Wish me well. I think I may need it.

 

Blessings, Susan ♥

© Susan Jamieson 2014

#ScheduledProgramming

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For your blog do you basically use Windows or Mac, laptop, desktop, pad, or phone?

I’m basically a Windows user. I prefer to flesh out my post in Word and get my pictures organised and then upload to WordPress. I have to admit the removal of the Word uplift tool from the toolbar is a pain in the keester and has made life difficult. Like all “improvement” there are sometimes downsides, and I seriously wish they would reconsider putting the function back which they have stated they most definitely will not.

OK, rant finished and the answer was…..Windows – and presently, on my laptop.

#ShareYourWorld

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As a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?

Even as a youngster (don’t you love that antiquated word), I wanted to help people. I remember watching “The Nun’s Story” (Deborah Kerr and Peter Finch), with my mother. So from then on I wanted to be a Nun.

So it’s a long stretch to becoming a Police Officer….. I still wanted to help, but THAT is another story. 🙂

#ShareYourWorld

image from ncronline.org “The Nun’s Story”

Did you grow up in a small or big town? Did you like it?

I guess I grew up in a small town….. at least it was back then. As a child it seemed plenty big enough for a geographically challenged person.

We lived almost on the outskirts of town, a few minutes and we were on the Moors, and I loved that. I always preferred the solitude of nature and my own thoughts.

#ShareYourWorld

Image from http://www.geograph.org.uk     Bradford Cathedral, Church of St, Peter.

How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are? 

Shoot, age is just a number and I have a lot of trouble remembering how old I am. In fact I had a semi disagreement with someone recently over this. They told me how old I was and I said I wasn’t! They were right too, but that’s not how I define myself.

Chronologically I’d like to be 35 again. I was fabulously fit and able to do anything. The only thing about that which I would change is…. being able to be with the person I love. After I’ve beaten this health sucker I will be fabulously me, wiser and able to do anything. How fit I can get depends on….. fitting what I decide I need into my schedule. Age is just a number and I don’t care about it.

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Susan, happy, smiling, fit and healthy

Bonus question:  What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?

I may be repeating myself but I’m grateful for the house we found and are moving to. In the week to come… oh boy, we have so much packing to do and I’m feeling the pain already. So I’m looking forward to knocking as much of that on the head so I can have a day to collapse and recuperate before the big day arrives.

I’ve managed to do so much more than I anticipated and that has been something to really be grateful for. There is so much pleasure in knowing you have been useful and productive. It’s been a while since I was able to say that. It has given me more hope for the future I am going to have than I have been able to simply envisage for a long time.  “Ask, Believe, Receive”. –Mark 11:24 and of course – LOA, Abraham – Hicks

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Magic Happens
Image courtesy Facebook.

 

Another weekly peek…..

Blessings, Susan ♥

© Susan Jamieson 2014

 

 

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“There is only one corner of the universe you can be certain of improving, and that’s your own self.” Aldous Huxley

The departure from Israel was much smoother than anything to date. So smooth that I thought I was dreaming, or perhaps it simply didn’t worry me any longer. I was catching a plane to Athens, so perhaps that made the difference?  Whatever the reason, I was ensconced in a delightful business class seat and the trip was relaxing and I zoned out fairly quickly.

On my arrival in Athens I stowed my “extra’ baggage in short-term storage. The guys there were so helpful and it was quickly done. It was certainly easier moving around with just one bag!

Athens was a brief stop. A few days to catch my breath and reacquaint myself with the Acropolis and the sites around town. I was still very much in my introspective state and was aware of the energies as I wandered around. I was still in this wonderful place of accepting whatever happened and the expanded feel of energy as I wandered around was magical.

Even though I had only a small amount of time I felt no urging to run around trying to see everything. It was more important to capture the feel of the places I visited. I saw the Acropolis and Parthenon again, the National Gardens, and Syntagma Square. It was a peaceful bubble amidst the hustle and bustle of the frenetic pace of Athens.

I was leaving Athens for another unknown experience, Geneva and eventually Fribourg, Switzerland.

I was meeting a friend in Geneva, someone I met through an overseas Pen Pal site a few years earlier. Still it was a little nerve-wracking as I asked him how I would pick him out of the crowd. “Just look for the pink shirt” I was advised, and I must admit it didn’t really help with the nervous anticipation. At least I only had one bag to “man handle” and I went through the airport so quickly I wondered what was happening. The Swiss seemed so “laid back” after the high tension of the Middle East.

#InSearchof

The BMW 6 series fast and hot!

As I left the airport proper, not having seen my friend, I saw this very tall person who looked exactly like his photos, dressed in a pink shirt next to his hot car. His two door BMW had the top down and I could see the beautiful face of a Sky Terrier peering over the seat. Oh – heaven and sadness all at once. I realised I must have looked a fright in my very casual but comfortable travel wear. However, that’s how I was and it made me, in my joggers, look like a dwarf next to my six-foot six tailored friend. Suitcase stowed away we set off – WITHOUT SEATBELTS FASTENED!

I was horrified and bemused as he explained that they weren’t used, unless the police were around. (But there was one, at least an ex-police officer, in the car!).   The drive was exhilarating as we sped (yes sped) along the main road through the byways of Geneva to reach his home.  As the car stopped outside this innocuous home, where I had agreed to spend the night, I was feeling a little apprehensive but so relaxed at the brisk temperature and the beautiful sight of spring bulbs in flower.  Memories on England sped through my mind.

 

Through the front door I was given my next breath-taking surprise. The entrance was so deceptive and inside I found a veritable mansion. I felt so under dressed, and in need of a shower and an elegant dress. Well the shower was easy, but the dress not so easy. All my good clothes which I had carried around needlessly were now in storage at the airport!  So I settled for a good change of clothes and some reasonable shoes and made myself ready to find my way through this enormous house to the computer room.

Since he was in the computer business, in a large way I should add, there were computers on computers and at least six working machines. By that I mean all going on different programs. It was an enormous array and he could follow all of them. (Feeling very below par as I struggle to get my computer to do basic things for me.)

I had my next surprise over freshly brewed coffee. I had totally lost track of days and dates and arrived there expecting just another Friday. Yes it was, but it was also Good Friday, and everything was closed. (Great timing Susan). After a few phone calls we were faced with the fact that dinner in Geneva was out of the question. Not a problem I was told, we will go to France for dinner! What?! France! How!  We drive over the border, just bring your passport.

So we set off for France. Now I admit I am geographically challenged and I had no idea where I was going. Of course France and Switzerland share the same border. A short drive in the twilight and we had crossed the border without any fuss. Drat! I had not been able to get my passport stamped in Geneva (not done due to their status) and because we weren’t stopped, no French stamp either.  Oh well. My next surprise was the number of dogs allowed inside the restaurant. It seemed almost every other table had a pooch sitting quietly under the table – or next to it.

 

#InSearchof

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It was a big day and due to my insomnia issue I was still wide awake when we returned to his home. We watched clips on the hoax or not of the Twin Towers and the plight of Palestinians and the harshness of the Israelis. It was an interesting evening to say the very least. After a final cup of coffee, very late in the morning I actually felt a little sleepy – jet lag I assumed. I was advised to take a glass of water with me as he would be setting all the house alarms and once in the bedroom wing, the door would be alarmed.

I was alarmed – I am a night wanderer and I was being told I would be in one tiny wing of bedrooms and unable to leave. No! I trusted this gentleman and would have to content myself with iPod and book! The slate shower was much colder to enter so late in the morning as it had absorbed the chill from the air, but the hot water was magnificent. The bed was so soft and warm under the doona that I eventually fell asleep.

Unbelievable! I slept in! Not only did I sleep in, it was 9am when I woke up!  I was so embarrassed and hurried to get ready so I could leave my room and see my host, who had volunteered to drive me to Fribourg rather than catch the train.  Yet it was no trouble, I had a leisurely breakfast with more freshly brewed coffee, an entrancing walk through the grounds of his house, entranced by all the spring bulbs growing freely throughout his lawn before we decided to leave and head for Fribourg.

We drove with the top down all the way, but it’s what happened along the way that was so unexpected.

 

Next week…..Fribourg and Home.

 

Blessings, Susan ♥

© Susan Jamieson 2014

 

If you would like to read more of the story, here ar a few of the earlier parts to the story….

In search of… Part 21

In Search of…Part 20

In Search of…Part 19

 

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If you had to describe your day as a traffic sign, what would it be?

At present I’d have to say “Steep dangerous descent and Beware Falling Rocks. I know that’s two but that’s about right at the moment.

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image from http://www.gadling.com Which way to miss the falling rocks?

When you are with your friends, do your interactions include much touching—for example, hugging, kissing, rough housing, rubbing backs?

I’m not into the grandiose gestures seen on sporting fields these days – I feel it I a tad childish. I’m a touchy feely person by nature but then I’m also reserved. I have few friends from childhood or school (read none) and I don’t think my Senior would have been happy if I went around hugging and kissing everyone when I was in the police. Jeez, the question is loaded – my husband and I do Reiki, no rough housing there, everything has stages.  Now I need someone to rub my back 🙂 

#ShareYourWorld

image from http://www.dailymail.co.uk     Back slapping and hugging but no kissing I fear!

 

Would you like to have more of this? (Note: the answers may vary depending on where you live on this wonderful planet.)

Do I want the whole world to come knocking on my door, rough housing and rubbing my back? I’d probably toss them out with a helping hand for being a pest. I like my space and I’m happy to share it with people who ‘feel’ right, but it’s not a given. I love my children tho they are now adults and I have no grandchildren. Hugging, kissing and rough housing with them may be the order of the day but not yet. Do adults with a normal IQ and not sports ‘fans’ rough house amongst themselves?

#ShareYourWorld

imge from mg.co.za                 Lots of hugging and rough housing but if there is kissing in there I don’t want to know!

What do you feel is the most enjoyable way to spend $100? 

At the moment we are really into the energy of crystals so…. I’d have to say that would be my choice and making sure I had some to donate along the way.

#ShareYourWorld

A small part of my crystal display

Bonus question:  What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?

Last week was so full on I didn’t have a chance to breath – not good. I’m grateful we got a head start in looking at a house which turned out to be great. This coming week – recuperating from overdoing things and planning on moving.

 

#ShareYourWorld

image from blog.extraspace.com   Packing – Moving – Shudder Argh!

 

As you can see I am not a rabid sports fan, but I can appreciate that others are. So this week I get to take the mickey out of the sporting bum huggers and back slappers. 🙂 My apologies for any bruised sensibilities.

Once you life the lid surprising things can come out.

Blessings, Susan ♥

© Susan Jamieson 2014

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The steam rose in thick towers

Spiralling towards the ceiling

The delightful scents of rose, jasmine and bergamot

Carried upwards with the spiralling steam

One slender leg reached forward

Gently touching the water

Before easing completely under the surface

Quickly followed by the other

As she stepped fully into the bath

Slipping down under the water

The billowing clouds hiding her from sight

A soft sigh of contentment was heard

From slightly parted lips

Hair piled high upon her head

She laid back upon a thick fluffy towel

Water swirling around her chin

Sent more steam and the pleasant scents

To enfold her head in dreams of perfumed gardens

Eyes closed in contented bliss

She lay enveloped in the warmth

All her cares and worries carried away

In the rising steam

Leaving only peaceful dreams

Of perfumed pleasure

Beneath the talented hands of the masseur

Who had softly kneaded her flesh

Into pliant submission

Released all tension and cares

Until she floated quietly into this room

To soak in solitary peace

The oils, warm water and soaps

Combined to lull her almost to sleep

The quiet presence of the attendant

Broke her reverie

And she rose midst yet more steam

To reach for the huge thick towel

Her dream put aside for a time

Until she returned once more.

Blessings, Susan ♥

© Susan Jamieson 2014

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