Here is a quick fun experiment for cat owners. Go find your cat right now and start telling him/her some bad things. Tell your moggy that the US has gone to the dogs (!) because of Trump, say that air pollution is at a record level, mention the imminent global crash as the EU breaks apart, talk about Putin, terrorists, fluoride and bird ‘flu (which is obviously just “man ‘flu” for birds).
I am willing to bet that little Tibbles (insert name as appropriate) just does his/her normal morning checks – food in the right place? what’s the weather doing? is my fave sleep place ready for me to curl up? etc. – and that heart rate and other functions will remain well in the green.
“Aha,” you say with the manic gleam that comes with playing these games, “But that’s because I can’t say it in cat language.”
Continue reading A Quick Experiment For Cat Owners
I am willing to bet that there is something you do regularly that you wish you didn’t. Something self-defeating perhaps, or something you do and then regret and then do again. And again.
Could be something as small as smoking or as big as repeated bad relationship choices, but there will be some kind of cycle involved and, probably, just when you thought you had it “beat”, kerr-pow there it is again, cropping up irresistibly.
Continue reading Dealing with an Unpleasant Tick
Right about now there is lots of consternation, because things seem to be well and truly f***ed.
(I’m putting asterisks in there for the people who still believe that there is something shocking about an Anglo-Saxon word and not about a Greek/Latin derived one meaning the same thing: what deep hypnosis is that!)
Trump, Farage (rhymes with garage), Brexit, Putin, Syria, Bakeoff…. It would be easy to think that everything was falling apart.
And how great is that!
Continue reading Isn’t It GREAT When Things Are Completely F***ed?!
I am a terrible fraud!!!
No, I would like to amend that.
I am an amazing fraud. Really good at it. Continue reading Such A Fraud!
As a child I remember seeing the film ‘Zulu’. Having bragged that his soldiers could march 20 miles with full kit, the commanding officer of the… Brits was told dismissively by the Boer expert that the Zulus could run 50 miles and then fight a battle at the end. That told him!
Whoever you are, the chances are that you (and I) are running at way below your potential capacity: physically, mentally, spiritually, in every way. You are, after all, pure energy, unlimited creative force held in the vessel of a fabulous body, a divine shaper of daily reality, a dynamo, tapped into the vital essence of the universe at the deepest level. (Pretty impressive really, don’t forget to notice all that when you peek in that mirror to see if your hair is okay)
So. What lies between you and the unleashing of this power? Continue reading Dynamo You!