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#Share Your World

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Dream my dreams of future longings.

“The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.”
Eleanor Roosevelt

Would you rather be given $10,000 for your own use or $100,000 to give anonymously to strangers?

Who wouldn’t like to have $10, 000 given to them but it would be far more rewarding to have the $100,000 and be able to help other people, in need, with it. So many more people could be helped that way. To me, that seems to be the most personally rewarding of the two.

When you’re’ 90 years old, what will matter most to you?

It’s so difficult to pin it down to one thing really so I’m relieved I don’t have to choose one thing. Still happily married, madly in love at 90, is not such a far-fetched thing these days. Well, I suppose madly in love at 90 may be unusual, but that’s part of the happy ever after part isn’t it? Being healthy means I could get around and do things myself, but then, why would I want to be doing all these things on my own?  That means we both need to be healthy doesn’t it. Being wealthy – and by that I mean being able to do what I choose to do because it made me happy, would be a great help. After all, what is the point of having money and not being able to get out and spend it making not only myself but others happy too?

SO, being 90years old, still madly in love and happily married, healthy and with enough money to get out and about and make ourselves and others happy would be my ideal.

#Share Your World

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Candy factories of the entire world have become one and will now be making only one kind of candy. Which kind, if you were calling the shots?

Hmm, I’m not a mad candy eater now; I used that up when I was much younger! I still love dark chocolate though, there’s just something comforting about rich, dark chocolate.

So, you’re on your way out and it’s raining. Do you know where your umbrella is or do you frantically search for it all over your apartment/house?

Well, I always have an umbrella in the car – for those emergencies when I’m out and it rains. If it was raining before I left I have a selection of umbrellas I can choose from. I like making sure I always have a couple on hand if I need more than one, and I always know where they are.

Just a little bit, just a little bit more about me…..:)

Blessings

Susan ♥

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“Suffering has been stronger than all other teaching, and has taught me to understand what your heart used to be. I have been bent and broken, but – I hope – into a better shape”. –Charles Dickens

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I am feeling more than a little worse for wear tonight, and that would have to be one of the most outrageous understatements I have made for some time. I have a high tolerance for pain, or a high pain threshhold. It’s really a matter of which way you wish to look at the situation.  Either way, the end result is the same, I have been pushed to the outer limits of my threshhold today and I am holding on by a thread.  There have been no tantrums but tears and many prayers. I have wondered if I lost any degree of sanity I may have laid claim to when I signed on for this. This being torture by any other name. 

 I described my “procedure”  earlier, this is the second part, the lumbar or lower back “procedure”.  Don’t  get me wrong, I have an amazing doctor and a wonderful assistant. They are kind and considerate throughout the entire episode, even asking if I would prefer to stop, have a break and start again. I appreciate their concern, however, when faced with 32 needles of varying sizes, (I should add that the small ones at the beginning, whilst being the smallest do carry a wicked sting and the rest simply become larger and, depending on the successful placement carry their own degree of ‘sting’ and pain!), it would take someone more foolhardy than I to agree to halt the proceedings.

hypodermic syringe

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To be fair I have been spoilt, pampered and cosseted since I left the doctors office by my wonderful and I’m sure long suffering husband.  Without him this would be no simple, never ending nightmare, but an ongoing and never ending sample of Dante’s Inferno!  Perhaps worse than the pain, which I know will eventually fade, is the feeling of facing future decrepitude.  An interesting definition, or description of decrepitude I found is:

the state of being old and no longer in good condition or

 good health”

In other places it directly refers to being useless and feeble, both states I have felt in full measure this evening. There were times as I attempted to painstakingly shuffle from place to place that I had a clear and multicolored picture of a very old cottage, timbers riddled with dry rot, falling apart before my eyes. It was quaint, it was in some ways picturesque, it most definitely was real, and most importantly to me at the time, it accurately bespoke how I felt and saw myself in the future.  A future I should add that did not seem very far away! 

decrepit old cottage

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“It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream.”
― Edgar Allan Poe

I was not feeling sorry for myself, this was after all, exactly what I had agreed to, and in the fullness of time, I believe I will be pain free and able to do all the things I have missed doing over the last decade.  Things I did and took for granted until I could no longer do them.

areobics

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There was just one small hiccough to this positive frame of mind. Each and every time I sat down, or indeed moved, I got a clear and present warning that my back did not appreciate the treatment it had been subjected to.  What could I expect really? In all honesty could I expect my body to appreciate being used as a human pincushion! Of course not!

To add a little more interest to the night I was doing my Gratitude Journal, not as difficult as one might imagine, when I asked my Guides (spirit guides) to give me a sign that they were there, with me. It may seem nonsensical to some, but it meant a great deal to me.

 Suddenly, (doesn’t it always happen suddenly?),  I heard the sound of my resident owl calling, ‘whoo who, whoo who.’   It was my Mopoke owl. Depending on where you hail from, it is called a Mopoke, Boobook, or Tawny Frogmouth. He is beautiful and I love both seeing him and hearing him, but none more so than tonight when I was feeling more than a little low. This was the sign I asked for and which came so quickly. He stayed close by calling without pause for half an hour before he left. I am truly grateful for his visit. 

mopoke or boobook owl

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So, whilst still in pain, feeling somewhat decrepit at the moment, and unable to sleep, I have been shown that all is and will be well in my world.  I am going to find a semi comfortable position, find my meditation crystal, get my iPod set up with a good meditation track and rest.  Rest is what my body needs tonight and probably tomorrow and that’s the message from my owl friend, so that is what I will do. A few pictures for you which I cannot make my iPad cooperate with and “that’s all for me folks “. 

positive future happy image
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  “Walk with the dreamers, the believers, the courageous, the cheerful, the planners, the doers, the successful people with their heads in the clouds and their feet on the ground. Let their spirit ignite a fire within you to leave this world better than when you found it…”

         

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