Divination, Energy Healing, Journal, Misc, Nature

Summer Solstice

The past weeks have been…I don’t really think there is a word for it. I’m sure another language has the perfect word for being horrified, despairing, raging, and heartbroken all in one, but I don’t know what it is.

Today, though, today is the solstice. When we have the longest day of the year. Tons of sun. Which, quite frankly, for someone living in the high desert of the southwest, is not necessarily a good thing. Melting comes to mind.

You know what, I’m going to be honest…I had a post all ready in my head about the balance of day and night, how it was the Hanged Man, the still point…and then as I started writing this, I realized I had the wrong time of the year. Yes, I’ve been that distracted lately. I find myself driving and getting lost in my head, as if I’m daydreaming; I go to the grocery store and almost start wandering aimlessly, as if I’ve lost my memory.

I haven’t, but it feels like it. Concentrating is difficult lately, and I’m finding that sometimes when I stand up it feels as if I’ve sprained one ankle or the other, and I haven’t. A friend with fibro says it’s a symptom of it, and all I can think is, great, yet another pain.

Oh, I restarted my Instagram account because I needed the app on my phone for the bookstore’s account, and well…in for a penny, in for a pound, right? As soon as I posted about the free sessions, I received an email that someone had bought a cup of coffee/aka sparkling water. Yeah, the power of Instagram is amazing, so I’m trying to use it more. Plus, Twitter, which I love, is so full of everything that’s going on, and pictures are a nice distraction quite frankly.

I hope you’re all doing well.

With hope,

Pip

©Pip Miller – June 2018

PS: Did you see A Knight’s Tale?

~Kate: With hope. Love should end with hope. My husband, God rest him, told me something I’ll never forget.

(in a letter): Hope guides me. It is what gets me through the day and especially the night. The hope that after you’re gone from my sight it will not be the last time I look upon you.~

So my sign off will now be “With hope”. I’ve always loved that bit of the movie.

 

Energy Healing, Health, Journal, Nature

March…

What a month. Not my favorite March ever, that’s for sure, but far from the worst at the same time. If you’re an astrology buff, then Mercury Retrograde is kicking my ass, and hasn’t stopped. Not an astrology buff? Well, then, this month just bit. It’s as simple as that.

On the good side, things around here have been blooming like mad for a few weeks, and this is one of my favorite spring sights every year:

Yep, that’s my local grocery story. It’s always so pretty in March!!

I’ve had plenty of time to enjoy the seasonal changes, partly due to the social media break, and partly because I’m enjoying (can you sense the sarcasm?) a new fibromyalgia issue: headaches, dizziness, and nausea. Just all of a sudden I woke up with a horrid case of all 3 last Saturday, and every day since has had some degree of them. I did some research, and while the all-over pain is the most common symptom of fibro, these symptoms are pretty much next in line. There’s a way to help alleviate them called Trigger Point Massage (this website is great!) and I’ve been doing the massage, but it’s not quite kicking it, so ugh. Yesterday was a bad day*, so I spent most of it outside in the sun, reading. My hair hasn’t been this short in eons, so I completely didn’t think about my ears; I believe I may have sunburned the tips!

The urge to check Twitter has gone away, but the urge to tweet hasn’t. My head is filled with things like:

“My doctor rocks!”

“Two hawks just flew overhead, and then a raven. And then another raven. #birdwatch”

“Oooh, if you’re in Maryland, check out a new exhibit that my friend Michael is part of! #boostthesignal”

“I took all the apps off my phone, and now I barely touch it. Why do I have a smartphone?”

Random stuff like that. Instead, it swims around in my head until something else catches my attention. It’s kind of weird how the internet has done that to us, isn’t it?

I’ve been reading more blogs (when I do get online), and I’m really enjoying that. I’ve also read 3 books in as many days. 😉

Tomorrow night I’m doing a distance healing session, and yesterday I had an in-person very, very short one (it was for as long as I could stand up without getting dizzy). I’m so happy that I’m still being asked to help others; it really makes my day.

Much love!

Pip

©Pip Miller – March 2018

*People with fibro have “flares”, days when things are really, really bad. At this point, I’m calling the bad headache/dizziness/nausea days that term, because they really, really suck.

Energy Healing, Filofax, Journal, Nature

Revisiting the Bullet Journal

A year or so ago, I tried out bullet journaling (bujo for short), but it was too chaotic, disorganized and repetitive, so I went back to my Filofax. And, in the manner of many planner users, that hasn’t quite fit the bill, either. The rings are in the way, I carry around a ton of stuff that I never use or look at…I love, love, love my Malden, but…I need to try something else.

I don’t remember what led me to bujo videos on youtube the other day, but I was quickly caught up in them and decided to give the system another try.

I had a nice hardcover notebook on hand, which I wouldn’t normally use except that this one lays flat when open. I wrote my key (which is still undergoing changes) and a little “if you find this” note and taped them inside the front cover.

My last bujo’s index was a mess. I wrote dang near everything there, because if I want to find something, I want to be able to find it NOW. As a result, it was insane, and part of why I decided to drop this system. This time it will be a bit more general, but in a way, hopefully, that I’ll still have a sense of where to look for a particular entry.

I’m too lazy to write little calendars for the year-at-a-glance, and I just happened to have one of those little calendars that insurance companies will give you, and I cut the tiny ‘month before and after’ ones and taped them in. Easy-peasy. 🙂

I found the weekly set-up in a video (sorry, I don’t remember which one), and as I prefer a weekly view, gave it a shot. I already know that it’s not big enough, so next week will be a week-on-two-pages setup. Otherwise I’ll end up with tons of notes elsewhere, and I really don’t want that.  I’m also trying out trackers, but I don’t know if I’ll stick with them. I’ve also made some mistakes, as you can see, and the perfectionist in me has managed not to freak out and start all over…go, me!

After the weekly page I have a sort of daily setup, where I’m writing notes. When I go to the 2-page setup, I may drop that. Or do more of a brain dump section. I’m not sure yet.

I just started using a bujo over the weekend, so I’m curious to see how I tweak it and how it ends up working for me. Fingers crossed!

©Pip Miller – August 2017

PS: update on the marmot. All 4 of her paws were burnt. 😦 It seems that when people go camping in northern NM and CO, marmots crawl up under the hood and when the vehicle is started, they are too scared to move and end up riding under there til the car stops. Ouch! They healed her paws and drove her to northern NM and released her into a family of marmots. It’s not hers, but at least she’ll have an easy time fitting in; if she was male, territory issues would cause problems. So she’s ok!!! #happydance

Energy Healing, Journal, Nature

Wildlife and Energy Healing Repost

Wildlife and Energy Healing

7/28/2017

Oh, what a week I’ve had! I don’t usually like to blog on Fridays, but there hasn’t been time until now to tell you what’s been going on.

Monday a woman brought a wounded crow with her to her therapy session next to my work, and when she went in, she left it in a box on the porch. Our reader for the day, Christina Florence, saw the bird and asked if we knew it was there. She and my coworker Mark went out to look at it, and when I went outside, he said it had died. I love crows and ravens, and have never seen one up close, so I had to go look anyway. It wasn’t dead, it was alive!

Mark carried the box into the shop, we gave it water that had a pastille of Rescue Remedy in it, and he moved her to a larger box, too. He discovered that it had an injury to its chest and was breathing with difficulty. The woman, who, come to find out, is a customer of ours named Stephanie, walked in, saying she knew the missing bird meant we had taken her in, and she was on her way to deliver it to the Wildlife Rescue center on Candelaria. As the bird was being carried to the door, Mark asked if I wanted to “do my magic”, which I’d been jonesin’ to do, and put the box on the counter.

 *we were so invested in the experience that none of us thought to take a picture.

​The bird was calm through all of this, and I wasn’t worried as I put my left hand on her chest and the other on her back. Very quickly she began leaning into my hand, and after a few minutes, she turned her head, tucked it up against my hand and her “shoulder” (for lack of a better description)…and FELL ASLEEP! In my hands! I asked the others how to tell if a bird is asleep, because I wanted to be sure that what I thought was happening really was happening, and they verified that she was sleeping. I was floored. And the moment she fell asleep, the heat in my right hand, which I usually don’t feel, intensified exponentially: healing always seems to do its best work when the recipient is sleeping. 🙂

My guy and I drove down to the center Wednesday morning to check up on the bird, but sadly she had died the night before. I was, and still am, crushed. But, as everyone keeps telling me, I gave her some moments of peace in the midst of all her pain, so there’s that to hold on to.

Then….Wednesday night it was discovered that what all the neighbors thought was someone’s squeaky swamp cooler belt was actually a trapped woodchuck! It was stuck in a 4″ wide space between our neighbor’s shed and our cinder-block wall. It had been there for about a week, sad to say. I’d gone outside Monday morning and the noise started again, and I discovered it was his shed, not a cooler, but thought it was a ventilation fan or something, and didn’t see him to tell him til Wednesday night. After the discovery of the animal, one of our dogs must have knocked a loose brick off the wall and it trapped it even more. My guy and another neighbor used long clamps to lift the brick, but they couldn’t move the other items and we had to leave it there, unsure if it would make it through another night.

When we came inside, I sent it light for over half and hour (and boy, it sucked that energy in!), hoping that it would help. In the morning it was chirping away as we tried to move the rest of the items, but it needed to be done from the neighbor’s yard. When he returned home, he and his wife pulled out some of the things, then he physically lifted a large topstone brick that was stuck about 4′ down. He used one hand. Mechanic’s strength. 😉 Finally all obstacles were removed, but the critter still wouldn’t move, but it kept looking at us and chirping away.

My guy, the incredibly inventive man that he is, made a catch-pole like Animal Control uses and the neighbor managed, after 4 tries and one OOPS when it feel back down, to pull the critter up and dropped it into a humane cage that he had.

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We drove it down to the exact same rescue center (that neither of us had known existed til Monday) and they said no one had ever brought one in before! The workers all came into the reception area to see what was making that noise – many thought it was a bird – and one wanted to take pictures. They weren’t sure if they took in woodchucks and attempted to call others to find out, and if not, to where it should be taken. We had to leave it there without any answers, but I can call in a couple days to find out where it is and how it is doing. Hopefully it will be relocated to somewhere lovely!

And that, my dears, has been my week! Animal Planet live and energy healer to the wildlife. #relishlife

©Pip Miller – July 2017
PS: every time I play that video, Dog 1 runs out the back door, straight for that corner of the yard. 😉
Update 8/3/2017: technically she is a yellow-bellied marmot! And she’s doing well, being cared for by a vet because all 4 paws were injured. No new home yet.

 

Energy Healing, Journal, Misc, Nature

Spring Forward is a Misnomer

Yes, we turn the clocks forward an hour, so technically it is a true moniker, but in reality, it’s far from it.

Example: you’re in a nice routine, hitting the sack at 10pm ST (Standard Time) and rising at 6. Almost to the point where you don’t need an alarm. It’s winter, so it gets dark early, as it has since the world began, and once the winter solstice hit, you started to notice the normal, slow lengthening of the days. Spring is on its way!

Then, earlier this year than ever before, Daylight Savings comes along. Many, like me, grumble and rail against the change; others love the “hour more of sunlight!”

Let me explain that “hour more”. It’s not. What DST is, in reality, is a setting back of our body clocks* one hour, plain and simple. In exchange for what Mother Nature was gradually bringing us anyway. Yes, you get home from work at 7DST and there’s still a bit of sunlight left, but at what cost?

At night your comfortable 10pm bedtime is now, thanks to DST, actually 9pm body clock time. So you’re not getting an extra hour of light, you’re losing an hour of time before bed! If you stay up until you get actually sleepy, the clock reads 11, which isn’t enough sleep time. And in the morning your 6 am is now 7DST, so you have to wake up (body clock) at 5. Everything is back an hour. And I don’t know about you, but having to go to bed when I’m NOT tired in order to get up an hour earlier when I AM tired to fit the clock is a really, really grumbly, completely ridiculous change.

If everyone would just be patient and let things roll in their own time, we’d have gained that “extra hour of sunlight” soon enough, without the stress to our bodies. Doesn’t that make more sense in the long run?

©Pip Miller – March 2017

*Standard Time (aka ST) and body-clock time are interchangeable terms.

PS: Stress takes quite the toll on our bodies, in both obvious ways and ones we don’t know about until something major happens to us. Energy healing can help soothe and relieve some of that stress, no matter where you are in the world. A session is $1.00 a minute, 20-minute minimum. 🙂

Divination, Filofax, Journal, Nature

Hello, March!!!

I love March. It’s a great month for me. And it finally feels like winter is heading out, and spring is wandering in. For the first time ever, there’s been more than one robin at the birdbath. The other day there were 6!! I couldn’t believe it!

Last night I did some random card readings using my trimmed Fey Tarot, and it must have been the wine, but my intuition was on the ball and the cards just spoke to me. It was wonderful! I pulled these for March:

March reading

I love this deck, and I love not knowing what the majority of the cards are. Helps my Virgo step aside and let my Pisces intuition kick in! What do you see in these cards?

Things are changing, that’s obvious. Not always in a good way, but still, changing. I came across an Instagram post by Alaina O’Brien this morning that mentions how things/we are being broken down in order to become something bigger and better. Pretty much sums it all up, wouldn’t you say?

There was also this amazing post by Pearl Wilde that really hit home last night, too.

I have high hopes for March. Hopes that the darkness and fear and struggles will get easier, hope that peace is to be found in the little things, and hope that spring brings growth and joy and happiness with it. Do you have hopes for this month?

©Pip Miller – March 2017

PS: I have a part-time day job again, but I have plenty of time for healing sessions! Don’t hesitate to ask for a particular time! If it doesn’t fit my schedule, we’ll work something out. 🙂

PPS: One thing I’ve noticed since I haven’t been using my Filofax…I can’t find anything!

Energy Healing, Filofax, Health, Journal, Nature

Happy September!!!!!!

Oh, thank goodness August is over! I really had days wherein I wasn’t sure I was going to make it through the month, and the last few days seemed to drag, as if teasing me with the relief that is to come but was still just out of reach.

I know many are sad about the thought of summer coming to an end, but here in the SW, sometimes it’s a real blessing to have that relentless heat finally morph into crisp evenings and mornings. And the wind: it’s about time for the wind to show up again, and while I could do without the dust flying, it’s lovely to have what feels like a clean sweep of stagnant energies go on for a few weeks.

I’ve also mentioned before that September always feels like a new year to me; a definite hold-over from school years when we started the Tuesday after Labor Day.

I’m still waiting for my new Plum Paper planner to be shipped; they said 6-8 weeks, but I really was hoping to get it today since I had requested it to go from September to August. Ah well, it will get here when it gets here, and I’ll keep using my Filofax til then.

This is a picture that was either submitted to a National Geographic contest a few years ago, or it is by a N.G. photographer (I don’t remember the name; bad hobbit). Every time I look at it, it cracks me up, and today, it’s exactly how I feel!

Nat'l Geo photo

I’m motivated to do find a way to do more #oasisoflight sessions (that’s goal #1), to write more on MeWe, to get back to posting on Instagram more than I have been (and to weed my timeline: SO many tarot spreads/cards of the day), to sign up for Joanna Powell Colbert’s “30 Days of Harvest” because it looks delicious on many levels…and to focus on nurturing ME for a change (getting sick twice this summer was a new record for me).

So Happy September (New Year), one and all!!!

©Pip Miller – September 2015

Journal, Nature

Fallen

#writealm

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This time of year, it would be obvious to go with fallen leaves when writing about today’s prompt, but that’s not where I my mind took me. Instead it took me into cracks…the one I fall into every year. The one that pop up between the summer’s busyness, and winter’s homage to hibernation. Fall is that wonderful crack in between where one day I’m full of energy to tackle my messy house, the next all I want to do is sit and read for hours and hours. There really never seems to be a middle ground.

book fortressIt’s almost as if on some level my body knows it’s time to finish up all those chores and projects I’ve half-heartedly tackled because once winter sets in, it’s mostly going to be reading time. No doubt about it. I turn into one of those people who are ready for bed the moment the sun sets – which makes things interesting at work. 😉 At home, though, it’s very easy to feel that what because Himself thinks he’s a vampire and removes light bulbs from lamps and overhead lights, keeps the curtains and blinds almost closed (in summer, too), and prefers candle light. So when that sun sets, yep, it’s time for bed. Which, of course, we don’t actually do because it’s only 4 o’clock, but that urge is there!

This time of falling into the crack between seasons is such a wonderful, beautiful time, and each year I enjoy spending my time there more and more. Seems I’m a crack sort of person. 😉

©Pip Miller – November 2014

Journal, Misc, Nature

Song

#writealm Day 4. 🙂

Singing tree

This is my neighbor’s magical, singing tree. It harmonizes with the wind blowing through its soft needles, and it sings to me of somewhere far from our high desert home in the southwest; somewhere it has never been, but the wind has. It’s song is the song of the sea, evoking in me memories of beaches on the cold north Atlantic…memories of…

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…waves lapping at the sand, moving up the shore in response to the pull of the moon, water so cold that you have to dunk yourself and stay submerged from the neck down until your body is numb and then you can swim for hours, sand so hot you wished you’d tied flip-flops to your bathing suit because it’s not possible to run fast enough or tip-toe lightly enough to escape it’s burning touch…

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The beach, a rainbow of bathing suits, towels, umbrellas, chairs, ice chests (they call them cool chests here in the sw), and radios, all tuned to different stations. Some are rudely blaring, others are just loud enough for the immediate listeners. The smell of hot dogs bought from the vendor on the street above, seagulls circling while on the lookout for abandoned or dropped food, children shouting with joy and laughter – or crying from sheer exhaustion, parents calling out in warning to be careful, and the lifeguard’s whistle jolting us out of our sun-drenched stupor.

The sun, oh the sun…soaking into us, tanning – or burning – our skin as it passes through, melting our bones into such sweet lethargy, filling us with heat so strong that we fear we will melt into the sand, or, heaven forbid, spontaneously combust.

And underneath it all, this magical, wonderful tree sings to me the song that is just at the edge of my hearing at all times even though I now live so far from its source; it’s the deep lullaby of Mama Yemaya. Mother Ocean, in all her glory, calls to me, beckoning me home, soothing me with her message of peace, compassion…and love.

Yemaya

©Pip Miller – November 2014

Nature

Praying Mantis Rescue

Last week at work I took the trash out, and just as I lifted the lid I saw a praying mantis fall in. The dumpster had just been emptied and I couldn’t reach the mantis, nor was it having any of my ‘just grab on to the pole’ entreaties, either. I ended up having to leave it, and the next day when I took out more trash (inventory had come in), I caught site of it on the side of a box at the bottom of the bin. I used the bag I was dumping to gently coax it up the side of the box, then grabbed a small stick, slid it under the mantis, and lifted it out of the dumpster! I was so happy to have saved it!! It was a bit wobbly, most likely from lack of food and water, and I put it in some grass nearby, right under a tree. I posted on G+ about it, using a picture that I’d found online, and the next day Roni Loren posted this article (a must-read!) about copyright issues and the legalities that could occur as a result. So I went back, deleted the post, deleted most of my Pinterest boards, deleted much of what I’d reblogged on Tumblr, and kept only posts that included pictures I myself have taken. I was a bit bummed because it really was a gorgeous picture of a praying mantis, but the site specifically stated (when I went back and researched) that permission must be given – though it gave no way to discover the owner or how to ask for said permission. It was weird. Anyway…

Yesterday I found this little guy (gal? How do you tell?) on the screen door! So not only do I get to tell the story again (go, me! LOL), but now I can add pictures of my very own!mantis2mantis

praying mantis

I’ve never seen one with a brown torso when the rest was green, have you? I moved it to the bush next to the door, and it was so cool to watch it turning its head, checking things out…looked a bit like an alien. 😉

©Pip Miller – September 2014