Celebrations and a Daffodil

Last Wednesday, Mona, my mother, was 89 years old. The changes she has seen in her lifetime are immense! We took her and a dear friend of hers, Suzanne, to her favourite restaurant, The Ledbury. as soon as the staff realised it was her special occasion, a birthday (sugar tart & icecream) cake appeared with Happy 89th Birthday written around the rim of the plate. She felt very cherished.

We had a little drama last night. I realised that Magic must have been fighting again and suddenly had an enormously swollen cheek, so straight after dinner we whizzed him round to the emergency vet.

So we now have a very disgruntled little Magic, who is impersonating a daffodil. He must have said something rude to a big cat with mucky paws (Maybe: “Hey there, Mucky Paws! Puss off and clean up your act?”) and received a mucky smack in the face for his troubles. Anyway, it very quickly turned into an abscess, meaning he had to spend the night at the vet’s having a minor operation to sort it out and resulting in his having to wear a plastic collar for protection that makes him look like the proverbial little spring flower. We are not his favourite people at the moment. He holds us personally responsible for catnapping him and leaving him to the not-so-tender mercies of the Medivet Slasher.

Just back from a blissful holiday. We drove down to the South of France to Cassis just in time to cheer on the runners in their local Marathon (Marseilles to Cassis, 25 Km). There were some runners carrying wheelchair-bound folk and a wonderfully jaunty brass band on the quayside after the last runner had staggered into town. All the local folk turned out and cheered all the participants on, shouting "Bravo!" or "Allez, allez!" to everyone in the race. It was a very grueling race because it is all uphill from Marseiles for most of the way, then sharply downhill into Cassis.

We had stopped off in Reims (for the champagne) and Pérouges (for their special gallettes) on the way down, and returned via Macon & Épernay (for the champagne again) - so the car boot was full of bottles of Macon Villages, Pouilly Fuissé, Pommery........ I'll drink to that.

Back to work and thankful that I love my work. I have just written some feedback for the first year students' main written assignments and I feel so proud of them, they have done so well. Tonight I ran the Healing Clinic and all the students were really busy because there were so many people who came for healing. The energy that built up in the room was dazzling, and some lovely healing was taking place. Three of next year's students came and two of them received healing for the first time - and loved it! Still on the lookout for really good candidates for next year's Soul Therapy Course. Looking for people who want to develop their healing to national registration level and work in the most privileged and rewarding way that anyone could hope to do, in the service of Spirit. Someone once said that working for Spirit is fine, and the Retirement Plan is out of this world!