Things seem to be going alright now, with the new host.

*knocks wood*

So I guess it’s time for me to get out of bed and stop finding ways to avoid writing here.  I mean that literally.  I had to drag myself out of bed to get my butt over here just to write…something…even if it’s lame.  So far no lights are flickering, the computer is running nicely and wordpress doesn’t seem to be pitching any fits.  All good signs.

*throws salt over shoulder*

Isn’t it funny how we can be reluctant to talk about, or reveal an aspect of our life selves to people who are outside our ‘insider circle’?  Maybe we’re shy or afraid of what others will think.  Maybe we’re worried about offending people or potential conflict.  I think my hesitation is a bit of all of that plus the idea that I’m not any one – meaning, I don’t hob-knob around with well-known experts in the fields of healing, herbalism, or anything else.  I’ve had my training. I have certificates and such up the yin-yang…all neatly packed in a manila file folder in the bottom of Family Photos box. I also have about thirty-five years of experience to throw into the mix.

Friends and family come to me when their lives are falling apart.  They need counseling, an energy treatment, advice on herbs or supplements to offset some physical/mental/emotional problem they’re having, a reading, help deciphering a dream, or a peek at some past life hook that’s interfering with their ‘now’, or just an ear.  These are the subjects that no-one in my circle talk about except when we’re alone.  That’s always been fine with me.

Now that I’m hitting my Croning years I kind of feel like I’m going through a second adolescence.  I don’t want to keep quiet about these things anymore…but it’s difficult for me to give up a life long  habit of silence.  I suppose that’s why I started this blog…it’s a quiet, unobtrusive way of allowing myself to talk about things that I’ve kept to myself for most of my life.  I’m also doing it because, I’m not getting any younger; if I’m ever going to hand on anything I know it had better be now.  So this is it.

Here we go. Wheee! (now where’d I put my xanax?)

Okay, it WAS cursed.  I had it exorcised.

This is the fifth time I’ve tried to put it up and get it running. I had big plans back then.  Seventeen headaches, forty tizzy fits, and 22 blow offs later I started to lose my mind because I was always doing this:

Hence the exorcism.  I don’t know if it’ll take…you know how these things go. But we’ll see. Mean time, I’m at this point…

Welcome aboard!