Shuffling Onwards

Three days of weirdness have prevailed. But I now have, by means of various signposts and psychic nudges, taken another step forward along the path to 'I'm Not Quite Sure Where Yet (But It'll Be Okay...Won't It...(???)...Yeah, Bound To Be.)'

One, I have been rejected by Waterstones for a part-time job, 23 hours a week (inc weekends)x minimum wage = £133.40 per week before tax. How did I feel about this? Well, I like the idea of working in a bookshop, because of the books. But the hours were a bit tricky, given I have much else to cram in, so I wasn't unduly upset. I wreak my revenge by purchasing all my bookly requirements from Amazon...mwahahahahahahahaha!!!!!

Two, my old head of department e-mailed. Would I be interested in delivering one-to-one tuition? 6 hours a day x £25 an hour = £125 a day before tax. Definitely one day a week, possibly 2. So less than half the Waterstones hours but nearly double the pay. Well, even I could do the Maths on that one. Plus I get to choose my days.

Three, the visit to the Harry Edwards Healing Sanctuary Open Day has resulted in my application to follow their Level 2 Practitioner Course Certificate in Spiritual Healing. It's a two year course, part-taught, part self-study. It'll involve a bit of trekking but feels both good and right. So the dilemma between Reiki and Spiritual Healing has been resolved by the spur-of-the-moment visit plus an article in a magazine I was given whilst I was there entitled 'What's the difference between Reiki and Spiritual Healing?'

Four, I wrote down how I was feeling yesterday morning, because for some bizarre reason I got up miserable as sin. I felt disjointed, flat and mean. Then I pulled three Tarot cards for myself. The first was 'Schizophrenia,' the second was 'The Miser.' Okay, I said, I know this - I've just written it down - look. What do I do about it? And I pulled a third card which was 'Playfulness.' At lunchtime, my grand-daughter arrived for a visit and I spent the afternoon playing silly baby games. By the evening I was out and about, visiting a friend who has a birthday today, and chanelling some healing for her ancient labrador, who fell so fast asleep on my feet that I thought he'd died. Oops, I thought. Not an auspicious start to the holistic therapy malarkey. 'Only joking!' said the labrador, lifting his head, wagging his tail and giving me a wide-mouthed labrador smile.

Five, I've found a house that makes my heart leap. It's more than we can afford, well, not too much more. It is, as they say, do-able, although I'm not sure Andy agrees. So saving is in order. And if it's our house, then the money will be found. And if it takes a couple of years or so, then the house will either be sold, then put up for sale again, however many times it takes until we can catch up with it, or it will wait for us.

Six, I've started a distance healing list because I was told to. Last night. Lit a candle. Meditated. Ignored all cats who suddenly found me to be the most interesting thing in the Universe. Didn't set fire to house. This was good.

And on Sunday we went for a ride in a Rolls Royce Silver Cloud to a Rolls Royce rally 'n' picnic do. Which was also good. And made me want to buy a Volkswagen Camper van. No idea why, but that's life at the moment!