tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90202572024-03-07T08:25:37.219+00:00Mad BaggageNot a blog; just a journalCherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02646936995485109020noreply@blogger.comBlogger993125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020257.post-28898542926006329262017-01-23T00:15:00.001+00:002017-01-23T00:15:59.601+00:00Johari Window
Arena
(known to self and others)
friendly, intelligent, knowledgeable, self-conscious, witty
Blind Spot
(known only to others)
accepting, adaptable, brave, caring, cheerful, clever, complex, dependable, energetic, extroverted, giving, happy, helpful, idealistic, independent, ingenious, kind, logical, modest, nervous, observant, organised, patient, reflective, searching, spontaneous, Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02646936995485109020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020257.post-12587503474135764932016-09-01T13:22:00.000+01:002016-09-01T13:47:44.734+01:00Gratitude and JoyThis post, I already realise, is going to be a brain-dump, and this blog is the only place where I have ever felt really free to exercise such vanity and self indulgence. Unlike on Facebook with it's news feeds and algorithms, here my words are unlikely to be found by anyone without a genuine interest in finding either them or me. I seem to feel safer for that.
Today my husband is not at home. Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02646936995485109020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020257.post-27759830074640617732013-06-21T13:00:00.002+01:002013-06-21T13:08:16.824+01:00Website WondersI am so blessed.
Good people think well of me! There's nothing more delightful than to find the appreciation you have for someone is reciprocated. I think that pure unburdened gratitude is one of the loveliest sensations there is, and I'm rolling in it.
I'm hanging around online with Fiona Truman, presenter of The Back Hope Summit and now creator of Bubble Tapping.
We're doing session swaps - Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02646936995485109020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020257.post-86152950626113243972013-06-14T09:13:00.002+01:002013-06-14T12:51:13.288+01:00DreamI had one of my flying dreams last night. I've not experienced one of those for years and yet, as with all recurring dreams, even ones silent since childhood, it felt totally obvious, in the happening.
Although I had this kind of dream time and time again when fairies and magic were real to me, I rarely managed to pirouette, or swoop around like a bird above people's heads, demanding attentionCherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02646936995485109020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020257.post-86140160408724477202013-05-29T10:09:00.001+01:002013-05-29T10:18:35.545+01:00Positive TappingThings have moved on a lot since my last entry.
The Sunday job would have put me in the centre of town, in the larger supermarket, up and down stairs in a little uniform, every weekend, a living and breathing antithesis of a professional business owner. My husband would have loved it if I had got the job and that's my fault - even though it was drummed into him at an early age that job security Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02646936995485109020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020257.post-41190654347056946112013-05-07T14:44:00.003+01:002013-05-07T14:44:53.355+01:001 Cathartic Huff and 6 Wonderful ThingsLast week I walked out of the part time job I'd managed to convince myself I was stuck in for the past five years. Its been stressful and demeaning and the people I worked with have been, for the most part, depressed and demoralising. Some (like me, at the time) were there because they saw no hope for anything better. Not a good attitude to bask in. Others were actually there as part of a career Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02646936995485109020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020257.post-41808773607463087192013-04-23T09:54:00.000+01:002013-04-23T09:54:09.234+01:00Hove Holistic and Mystic!Sunday was amazing. I want to do another fete. Now. I want to do one every 6 to 8 weeks.
EFT is different from any other service provided at one of these holistic fairs, because we don't give. You do not come away from the table with a reading or a lot of useful paperwork or anything to take home that explains the contrast between where your life is, and where you might wish it to be. Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02646936995485109020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020257.post-55951365448012933152013-04-16T18:12:00.001+01:002013-04-16T18:12:10.637+01:00Feeling like a Chinese Farmer...well, one in particular; the one in the parable.
Chinese farmer loses his horse. "What a disaster!" cry the neighbours.
"Maybe yes, maybe no" replies our venerable and, in some stories, ancient tiller of the soil. And that pretty much sets the tone.
The whole story could have been renamed Yes But, as one disaster after another turns out to be a blessing in disguise, although to be fair, eachCherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02646936995485109020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020257.post-43096343175802711942013-04-10T12:37:00.000+01:002013-04-10T12:37:12.831+01:00Off SickToday I am off sick, in full and furious resolution.
It does seem that my number of sick days at my salaried work have exploded since I trained in EFT and I am so glad for a surface understanding of MetaHealth; the dry, toughening stress phase of illness where we toughen up under perceived assault, and the soft, swollen, hot and sore phase which is resolution and healing but which we Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02646936995485109020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020257.post-62233078134295211632013-04-09T10:39:00.000+01:002013-04-09T11:20:49.890+01:00Why use EFT Tapping? What does it do?(This was going to be a reply to a comment on the previous post, but it explains the process of tapping with EFT in a very simple way)
Dearest Doris!
It doesn't matter if the success of others is even partly smoke and mirrors. When other people achieve something that is on my own personal wish list, as travel, or chances to meet and hug industry leaders, or amazing qualifications that open up Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02646936995485109020noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020257.post-51872821527561274352013-04-08T18:09:00.000+01:002013-04-08T18:21:16.534+01:00Not such a great day.I'm doing okay, I know that. The people that I encounter to work with all benefit. Given time constraints, family, my own limited energy resources and the room for improvement in my financial resources, I'm blessed, I know.
So why does it hurt to notice that close friends I trained alongside, are achieving so much more? I love that they are happy and purposeful, I love that they are so blessed, Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02646936995485109020noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020257.post-11732574560879681752013-04-08T10:49:00.002+01:002013-04-08T10:49:27.417+01:00Healing the world one smile at a timeI have a six-week client coming to the end of our contract, and she is so pleased with her sense of direction and self respect that our last session has been deferred for a week or two. It won't be about working with any new issues, simply about mopping up the fine detail. I am happy.
I was also delighted by an absolutely amazing session over in Portslade in which we connected an attempted rape Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02646936995485109020noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020257.post-17177176811933288732013-04-03T00:34:00.001+01:002013-04-03T00:34:27.571+01:00Emo TranceA friend of mine, Sami, has been rating Emo Trance for ages. The whole 'soften and flow' concept aligns with 'this too shall pass' and what with Benita putting a brilliant infographic about the symbolism of Ganesh on our joint business page yesterday, I realised from the description of the large stomach that I could do with some improved skill in letting things wash over me (or in Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02646936995485109020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020257.post-40116635757357291412013-04-01T00:02:00.000+01:002013-04-01T00:02:04.637+01:00Hard DayI had a vivid dream last night that G and I were at my mother's, in her kitchen without her, and that G had decided, without getting permission, to help by turning all the gases up full and preparing two huge roasting joints that belonged to mum - bigger than I'd ever seen her bring to table.
He was busy and jolly and relishing the idea of a table laden with food - he was excited like a man Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02646936995485109020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020257.post-39803683070951326822013-03-30T09:45:00.000+00:002013-03-30T09:45:06.078+00:00Freaky visionI've been playing with divination cards this morning.
Just saying that here feels so daring - I have Christian friends who would listen to the end, keep an open mind, keep testing, and yet I have others, whom I love dearly, who would shut up shop at the first words on this post, being so fearful and so certain that nothing good can come of it, that there are some things we should forever avoid, Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02646936995485109020noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020257.post-26533959873352757712013-03-29T08:54:00.001+00:002013-03-29T09:11:23.220+00:00New DayUpdate.
I am as usual, up alone. Today is holiday for the family but not for me.
Its good to have a decent chance for retrospection.
Including yesterday's unintended two hour catnap I have managed to spend a good ten hours of the last twenty four, out like a light, what with a solid eight overnight, although the other occupants retired long before me yesterday, and remain sleeping. If we Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02646936995485109020noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020257.post-30116571691667718662013-03-28T22:52:00.001+00:002013-03-29T09:34:29.769+00:00Blazing rowJust had this huge, demonstrative, puffy faced red teary LOUD diatribe. I'd call it a row but G just stood there looking gormless. I haven't lost it like that in a decade, in fact, pardon me, I lost nothing, I was just so, so, what is the word,
angry disappointed let down frustrated betrayed belittled ignored.
He had been so
disdainful pig-ignorant selfish thoughtless self-involved.
Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02646936995485109020noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020257.post-32493244413445697362013-03-28T11:07:00.000+00:002013-03-28T11:07:18.598+00:00BusyThis week I've had 9am clients before dashing off to work Monday, Tuesday and today. Wednesday I took the day off to attend an all day workshop run by the amazing Sophie Mahir.
Hopefully I'll get to do some paperwork tomorrow. Four lots of client notes to write up, one lot to send out, and I still haven't followed up on the contacts I made at Jo Yates-Smith's networking event at LDEX last Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02646936995485109020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020257.post-3390012026817036682013-03-23T18:15:00.001+00:002013-03-23T18:22:40.543+00:00Dreams and other stuffSomewhere in my draft posts is a bit about the last few days. The Lewes Expo I went to on Thursday is what caused the delay because I wanted to outline all the new people I'd made contact with and all the useful information I'd come away with. Too much info. I can't even wrap my own head around it all, yet.
Then yesterday I saw a client on recommendation. An absolutely lovely lady, and the firstCherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02646936995485109020noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020257.post-28113979612936283002013-03-19T06:57:00.000+00:002013-03-19T06:57:17.569+00:00Energy ExercisesDiary note to myself: Day three of doing Donna Eden's five minute exercise and the movements are beginning to carry an electric charge. I was startled and impressed and very pleased; this must be part of what she wanted us to experience when eliciting a promise to try this for two weeks, but I certainly wasn't expecting it. There is something there for my hands to cut through as they Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02646936995485109020noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020257.post-5868340557667345142013-03-17T13:31:00.000+00:002013-03-17T13:31:38.007+00:00TreesSo far, so good.
Last night was amazing.
This morning I woke late and naturally (which is very unusual, its normally an alarm, or a child, or a neighbour's lawnmower or revving engine). Gary stirred about two hours later.
I've done my Donna Eden five minute protocol and Gary got up and started singing. Happy songs.
Donna can see auras. Actually when David puts it like that, she takes Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02646936995485109020noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020257.post-34035950400550550772013-03-15T22:39:00.000+00:002013-03-17T13:29:51.885+00:00Donna Eden and David FeinsteinTomorrow I am off to London to see Donna Eden and David Feinstein! I can hardly believe it!
What are the odds that they would just happen to be in London the weekend after I become addicted to them on YouTube?
Or that there would still be tickets left?
Or that I would have the money for the fares and tickets just hanging around ready?
Or that I would find someone to go with me so I Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02646936995485109020noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020257.post-81159745140716958422013-03-12T10:26:00.002+00:002013-03-12T10:37:02.662+00:00Ernest FrickerMy neighbour is an angry man. I don't know why he is that way and on a spiritual level I completely accept every possibility that I somehow attracted him into my life. Still, that doesn't explain why he is so intent on raging through life and it doesn't seem very fair on his pour soul.
Since he moved in the year after my heart attack, (when I was still desperately lethargic and ready to cry for Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02646936995485109020noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020257.post-9210265868995351052013-03-10T10:07:00.000+00:002013-03-10T10:07:18.135+00:00Did Something RightAfter the work I did in the Matrix on Wednesday, I did a search online for Catch A Falling Star. I don't know why, I assumed it would have been by Frank Sinatra, maybe because of other songs like Rubber Tree Plant and Swing on a Star, although looking again, those are sweet but comparatively simplistic little moral tales to music, more about action than love.
No, I found it was Perry Como and Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02646936995485109020noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020257.post-49720561816478838182013-03-09T18:59:00.001+00:002013-03-09T18:59:13.569+00:00Am I?I am a Christian. I AM a Christian.
What does that mean, to you?
Well forget it. I don't do dogma. Not even when its wrapped up in pink sparklies and any new age or archaic -osophy -ology or -ism. I have many wonderful friends who plant their faith on this or that checklist or system and in doing so, put up little fences against other possibilities. We can all only grasp so much as truth at a Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02646936995485109020noreply@blogger.com0