The Realities of Back to School Morning.

There was no first day back at school photo from me on social media this year. There wasn’t time, they just rushed out the door to the bus stop after hurriedly emptying last years books from their bags and finding the new pens and pencils I bought ages ago at the the start of the holidays, when it seemed we had so much time. Luckily the P.E. kits that I didn’t wash until Tuesday and left on the line in the rain until yesterday morning have dried. Charlie’s school trousers are wrinkled because I left it to him to put them in his wardrobe and he did it 12 year old boy style, ramming them in a screwed up ball above the rail. Harrison’s trousers are too short because although I bought him some new ones we didn’t get round to talking the old ones out of his wardrobe and he put those on this morning – there was no time to change. They’ve got the same old school jumpers which might look a bit tatty but still fit because I bought them big enough for them to grow into. (They’ll possibly still be growing into them when they leave school!) As I watched them cross the road I had a sudden pang of longing for them, and guilt laden anxiety – did I give them enough time over the holidays? Did we do enough fun things together? Did I talk to them enough about how they feel about going back to school? Have I topped up the dinner money account? Will they get in trouble for not being able to find a ruler this morning? Am I a terrible mother for not having sorted such things out ages ago? How will I adjust to not having them around all day again? The last thing they yelled to me across the road was ‘LOVE YOU!’ then they didn’t look back like they used to, just trotted off confidently in their wrinkled and ankle flapping trousers – I’m doing ok! I’m a tearful mess but ok!

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Did I make the most of these precious moments this summer?

 

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Radical Self Love.

Guilt, shame, indignation, self love, sisterhood and baggy trousers – I’ve got it all going on this morning!

I have a pair of trousers that I bought last year and haven’t worn because they skim my belly. I love the colour and pattern and wide legged shape but because they show the shape of my body I’ve avoided them.

Today I am on my own so I chose to wear them knowing that no one will see my shameful saggy belly. While doing my morning Reiki self healing practice I was guided to place my hands on my belly. I usually try to avoid touching that area of my body and flinch if someone else touches it. So much guilt and shame carried around because of the stretch marks and saggy skin left behind from carrying my precious children. Which has in turn lead me to ignore and mistreat my poor body. The gentle power of Reiki helped me to see that I cannot heal within myself what I do not love. I know it’s not going to be an instant thing but I am going to make the effort to love even the saggy parts of myself.

This realisation also lead me to feel full of indignation on behalf of all women who are shamed into hating their precious bodies because they don’t look ‘perfect’. I know that the guilt, shame and self loathing that I carry is not just mine but also generations of women before me and millions of women walking the planet now, who’ve felt the same. By healing ourselves we heal the generations past and future and send healing out to our sisters to rise above all that body shaming bull$#!t.

You are beautiful inside and out. Shine on Sisters.36929116_1304581146340522_6505652968308604928_n

Bedtime Stories That Heal.

Try telling yourself a bedtime story tonight and make it a happy one about you.
If you find yourself with a lot of negative self talk going on in your head, and you seem to be listing all the things that don’t work for you, try this tip – Tell yourself happy stories about your life.
For example, today I could be telling myself: My bedroom is too hot, there’s a leak in my bathroom, my children take forever to get ready for school, my car is old and I had to run loads of errands. I had to do housework and shopping. I had to supervise the children’s homework. I worry about money. I never get any quality time with my husband… the usual stuff we moan about from time to time. But if I list the things that I appreciate and that are working for me, my Happy Story for today would go something like this: I got to wake up with my family in a cosy bed, on a beautiful sunny day. I have fresh water to drink and got to eat my favourite bread for breakfast. I am so lucky to have a car which enables me to get about. The person serving in the shop was really friendly. I had enough money to buy the food my family needs. I got to spend time listening to my favourite music while I got some chores done and I discovered a new podcast that I like. My children got home safely from school and didn’t make too much fuss about doing their homework. I am so lucky to be in a happy relationship.

You see the day was the same but the version of the story I tell myself will ultimately be what affects my state of mind.

Tell yourself happy stories and don’t forget you are the hero and the author of the story of your life.

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Solace in Silence.

Silence definitely feeds my soul.

Sometimes when I need to recharge I have to get out in nature and enjoy just being.  Breathing the air, smelling the earth, it’s where I can hear my soul.  The tendrils of ideas and thoughts can start to unfurl and take shape out here in the wide spaces.

No distractions, no limitations, no judgements.

Just air and earth and space.

 

 

Namaste,

Steph

Why ‘Angelic Hands’?

I’m an earthy type, I love being outdoors, and am very grounded in reality and nature so some people wonder at my business name.  The name ‘Angelic Hands’ came to me before I’d even completed my first Reiki degree.  It just popped into my head and wouldn’t go away.  I thought it a bit presumptuous (who am I to say my hands are Angelic?) so I ignored it.  Then I did a course on Angelic Healing and whilst practicing on the course leader I was meant to place my hands on her shoulders but couldn’t because I could sense that there were ‘other’ hands there.  She could sense it too and we both felt that they were Angelic.  I forgot about this as the months went by until I was doing my Reiki case studies and several of the clients would say that they had thought I was touching them in one place like their feet or shoulders but then realised that I was actually elsewhere, commenting that they’d felt more than one pair of hands.
I always call on any Angels, Guides or other Beings of Light who work for the highest good of all when I prepare for a Reiki treatment and sometimes see sparks of light where I believe these Light Beings are present and working with me and the client to bring about healing and positivity.  So the ‘Angelic Hands’ are not mine; my hands are very human, grounded, warm, caring, nurturing and sensitive but I’m not claiming to be divine! The name of my business refers to the other hands that are often present in my practice and sensed by many recipients of Reiki.  It doesn’t matter if you believe in the presence of other worldly beings for them to help.  You also don’t have to believe in Reiki or understand it for it to work, just as antibiotics work on a baby who has no concept of modern medicine and how it works in conjunction with the human body.  Obviously it helps if you believe you are going to feel better but that helps with modern medicine too and thats about having a positive mindset and the healing effect that can have on the body.
Although Reiki is often thought of as a mysterious, spiritual force exclusive to those ‘in the know’ and while it is that, it is also an everyday energy that we experience all the time without realising it, it is constantly flowing around and through us, so familiar that we rarely notice it. Reiki can be thought of as the energy that makes the heart keep beating, a seed germinate, the secret and sacred knowledge that helps animals to migrate, the seasons to change, tides to keep turning and the earth to spin.
Reiki is both familiar and ordinary and special and sacred.
The Reiki practitioner has learnt to sense and channel this energy and to channel concentrated amounts of it and deliver it in varying frequencies to various places in and around the recipient’s body.  The recipients mind, body and spirit, is familiar with this energy, that is a constant but not consciously detected presence in our existence, so that they can use the extra energy that is received during a treatment to balance and heal themselves without the recipient having to do anything.  Just as you don’t have to have faith in or understand in Theory how modern medicine works for your body to use it to heal itself, your body, mind and soul will respond to Reiki and use it to heal itself in the way that it needs to at the time.
We do not as yet have the ability to scientifically explain Reiki (although Scientists are able to detect more electromagnetic energy than two human bodies can produce when a Reiki treatment is being given from one person to another), but then there were times when we didn’t know what electricity was or radio waves are or infra red light or any of the other things that we cannot see but have developed ways of detecting, harnessing and using for our own good.  Neither do we have sufficient brain power or language to explain many wonderful, mysterious and spiritual things, but that doesn’t mean they don’t exist.
Bearing in mind the everyday, familiar and yet sacred and wondrous nature of Reiki, it seems right that I acknowledge the presence of the ‘other’ hands that often work alongside my normal human ones when I am giving a treatment and are experienced by many recipients as well as myself.  Given our human lack of understanding about the unseen spiritual side of life and our lack of language to describe it, we all interpret our experiences differently and for want of a better word I call these ‘other’ hands Angelic.  They could be explained as spirit guides, passed over loved ones, the clients or my own higher selves, wishful thinking or a collective hallucination, but what does it matter how we explain it or describe it if it works and makes people feel better?
Namaste,
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Reflection

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I’ve been experimenting with different scrying methods and also with black and white photos (I don’t have a camera so use my phone), this is a Crystal ball on a mirror.

In this crystal ball I see two people standing one in front of the other, maybe a small child in a skirt in front of them and possibly a very large wing on the left. Or is it a person sitting on a chair with a child on their lap? Tilting my head the other way I see a Dragon with it’s mouth open and a moth or dragonfly.  There’s a person walking away, obscured by one black and one white leaf. in the reflection of the ball I see a figure on the left standing in shadow and maybe another one further away. I’m not sure what the thing in the middle is – a hand pointing upwards? a church? a chiminea?

What does it all mean – if anything at all?  I’ll have to look up the meanings, meditate on it and trust my instincts.

What do you see?

Namaste

Believe

I Believe…..

in the goodness of people,

that our children are the future,

in the power of love,

in the human family,

souls,

that our planet is precious,

in Angels,

that good will prevail,

in common sense,

in healing,

that childhood is not just preparation for adulthood,

that there is good to be found everywhere,

in respect and courtesy,

that honesty is the best policy,

that you should trust your instincts,

in listening,

in family (whatever form that takes),

in friendship,

in equality,

in laughter,

in magik and mystery

in good times,

in karma,

that balance is important,

in the power of touch,

in the cycle of life and all things,

that as long as you harm none, do as you will,

in spirits,

that all beliefs deserve respect,

we can achieve world peace,

in you.

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Namaste x

From Whoops into Warm!

I recently found out what happens when you Disobey the washing instructions on a woollen top.  Whoops! It shrunk and felted itself into a small, matted mess.

However it was a beautiful Autumnal, rich deep red colour and a warm, soft texture and I can’t bear throwing things away, so I couldn’t resist keeping it to see what I could do with it.

This is how I re-imagined and re-loved my shrunken jumper…

IMG_1505The great thing about felted knits is that you can cut them without having to hem the edges.  So I thought I’d have a go at creating a scarf/hood type thing for myself.

IMG_1506I cut the sleeves off and around the buttons in a kind of pointy way, obviously, being me, there was no template, measuring or symmetry.  This is what I like to think of as a very organic (chaotic) way of creating!

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I tried it over my head and decided it needed another point so I used the off cut bit from the back of the jumper between where I’d cut the points and stitched it on.  It looks a bit weird played out like this but once it’s draped over my shoulders it looks ok.  I had a ball of wool in complementary colours so I added a crocheted edge.

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It was a bit tricky to get the crochet needle through the felted knit so I used a skewer to help.

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I added a scalloped edge to the other end (that used to be the bottom of the jumper and is now the edge of the hood).  I love the way this wool subtly changes colour throughout.

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This is the finished result, I’m looking forward to wearing this when it gets colder.  It’ll liven up my boring winter coat too.  I may crochet a matching flower corsage to pin to it.

I love it when I save something from going into landfill and create something useful with it instead.

Namaste x