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Of Dippy Hippiness July 9, 2009

Posted by Jen in : Journal , 34 comments

Oh!  You’re still here.  Excellent.  And phew.  I’ve been a bit quiet lately.  I don’t know why.  Well, I do of course.  I’ve been quiet because I’ve not been very noisy.  There have been no words in my head.  Not even any words in my mouth, actually.  They had all run out.  I spent a joyful two days looking out of one eye while a migraine did strange things to me.  And there was a full moon in conjunction with a dose of the bloody hormoans.  But yesterday, apparently, there was an eclipse.  And this morning I have woken up normal.  Yes, I use the term loosely.  There’s a part of me that doesn’t believe in all that stuff.  Taureans don’t believe in horoscopes, you see. But mainly I do, you know?

In t’olden days, I had more time in each day. A lot of this time was spent doing Reiki, spiritual development, that sort of thing.  In fact, a day wasn’t complete unless I’d had time to meditate, levitate and eat a tofu sandwich.  But now, of course, it’s the writing that fills any cracks in my day.  I have finally started making inroads to *actually* getting back in the groove.  “Ain’t no one else gawn do it for ya, Honey”, as my inner oomph repeats ad nauseum.  I have no idea why my inner oomph speaks in a Southern  drawl but hey, inner oomphs are funny like that.

Anyway.  I am rediscovering my love of all things spiritual.  And I have discovered a new course.  Writing, combined with mindful living. I’m thinking of signing up.  But, well… it might be a bit dodgy.  I mean, the stuff that tumbles out of the dusty boxes in my brain is odd enough.  ‘Mindful’ sounds good in theory but what happens when one’s mind is full of utter bloody nonsense?  So I can’t decide.  Answers on a postcard. But.  The course is in a pub.  Up the road.  Which is good.  But they might make my brain think about lentils and tofu.  Ooh ‘eck. But, again, it’s in the pub.  You can see my dilemma.

So.  This is just to say that my inner hippy is wrestling with my inner scribe, in a Harry Hill FIIIIGGGGHHT sort of way.  It may get messy.  I’ll let you know.

(PS – I have been doing other things too. Idiotic things.  But I’m too ashamed to tell you.  You can, however, read about my utter, utter crapness on JJ’s blog.  Just click here.   *Sigh*)

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