Preserving Life

 Most of us go about our daily lives to preserve them. We are fortunate enough in the UK to have free access to medical and dental care. We undertake routine smear tests, and breast and prostate examinations and currently we have been rolling out Vaccinations for Covid and Flu as part of the routine procedures to help prolong our life.
In addition to all of this, many of us choose to look after our health through, exercise, eating well, not smoking or drinking to excess etc.
Those who are lucky enough to be in a position to be financially able, may also choose to go to the gym, join mediation classes, breathwork, or yoga etc. We could also choose to see a Nutritionist, Acupuncture, a Herbalist, the list goes on.
There is a whole array of techniques and practices we can utilise to help keep us in tip top condition. If only the NHS could be better funded to allow for everyone to access more holistic practices that focus on the idea of homeostasis, (viewing the body as a whole living system rather than just symptom's alone) Perhaps we would find our society in a better place, not only physically but mentally and emotionally too.
Because lets not forget, fear and stress are the biggest factors in lowering the immune system. 

Medical intervention is not right for everyone. And for those who are informed and feel confident enough to give consent, it is not uncommon to use both holistic and conventional practices at the same time, the two are not mutually exclusive, though of course, some may opt for just one or the other, or even nothing at all. It is their choice.

There are many reasons why people do not get vaccinated. One of them could be that the fear of becoming sick or dying from getting vaccinated far outweighs the fear of becoming ill from a virus itself. 
Just because our fears may differ, it does not make them less real, valid or true. We are all trying to do our best in extra-ordinary circumstances.
Some people may be extremely sensitive to drugs. For those people, they may make an educated and balanced decision to decline the vaccination until more conclusive evidence is made available. And then when doing so, perhaps many will be enquiring as to the integrity of such findings.
Others may have witnessed members of their family undergo traumatic adverse reactions to a vaccine or have even experienced it themselves. And when i say this, I dont mean a just sore arm and flu like symptoms for a day or two. I mean the kind that land you in a situation where you or a loved one are calling the emergency services, praying that its not too late.
Similarly, one may have developed life changing side affects and do not wish to take any such risk again. As someone who has been injured through a low risk procedure, these are very real concerns for many.
Some may choose to look at the data and decide that taking a gamble on a medical procedure that has no guarantee of preventing one from spreading it or catching it, is too much of a high stake, when no medical intervention can ever be without a risk.
Life is full of risks Dying is inevitable. Perhaps we should be looking at what constitutes a good death as well as a good life and maybe, just maybe we can begin to hold conversations around how we can begin to empathise and accept another persons medical decisions.
All I know is that there is far too much anger and resentment towards one another. The current climate means that any conversation of an alternative narrative quickly gets shut down.
There is fear on all sides. All are justified and no less or no more equal than another.
I see members of my own community quite willing to segregate one another on the basis of a vaccine status. I am saddened to see our society breaking down through personal choices. Of course, we must accept the consequences, but to be living under the threat of being barred from a large proportion of everyday life including shopping. How can this be a reasonable action in the twenty first century when the vaccinated are no less dangerous than the unvaccinated? 
We should preserve life of course, but at what cost? It is worth noting that it has already been reported that there has been a surge of non Covid related deaths. We seem to have forgotten our rationale and humanity.
How far are we willing to go? Because the way we are heading, life isn't going to be worth fighting for if we are no longer able to accept one another's differences.

Gratitude

'We should be grateful', is a phrase bantered about a lot these days.
 I get the sentiment. We can all be guilty of being morose from time to time. Being grateful for the small mercies, gives us perspective in that moment in time. It can remind us that things aren't always that bad.

However, I am becoming increasingly aware that this phrase to justify our privilege is getting used without awareness. It has become insidious.

By this I mean, it is all too easy to brush off very current and very real concerns. By telling somebody that they should be grateful is completely invalidating that persons concerns.
To be grateful, suggests that there must be a lack for someone else.
In this current climate, where the net is drawing tighter and tighter with regards to our freedom and liberty, to attempt to raise any kind of concern that things are not as they were, and then to be told we should be grateful for what we have, is not conducive to making a conscious change.
It allows us to become complacent and it breeds apathy.
How can we begin to strive for greater achievements and to do better in society when we are constantly shut down by being told we should be grateful for our lot? 

It is of course, scientifically proven that to express gratitude everyday re-wires the brain, causing chemical changes to help us towards positive thinking.
Counting our blessings is a good thing. To be in gratitude reminds us to be in the present.
However, what if we are without food, or shelter, what if we are quite literally in fight or flight mode how does it feel to acknowledge that there are indeed many thousands in this very position now? How then, can we be in gratitude and at peace knowing that others are going without?  What can our gratitude possibly bring to the table?
So I will contest gratitude. Not because I do not believe that it works, but because I need to keep it real.
Perhaps we can do better than to be in gratitude.
Perhaps we can dive deeper into the realms of love and connection. Gratitude feels too materialistic. Gratitude is feeling safe and comfortable, how can it be felt otherwise? If we are not feeling those things, then surely we are merely bypassing? How can we possibly feel gratitude in times of strife and by strife, I mean do or die...
One could argue that love and gratitude comes hand in hand. that is as may be. Perhaps feeling gratitude leads us onto the path of love. But is it possible that gratitude detaches us from one another? I am ok. (but you may not be?)
Gratitude feels conditional. Love, And I mean real love is not.
'To Be Love'. Is to be free.
So this is where I am at. I still have periods of feeling overwhelmed, fearful and frustrated for my fellow beings.
I am grateful for my health, the food on my plate, the air that I breathe and for so many things. But these do not bring me peace. Love however, does.
Love is to understand that we are so much more than this.
To understand that we are all connected through our higher consciousness no matter what our stance we take in this life. That is love. It is unabashed and unafraid.
We are all made of energy matter. In this energy field we are all interconnected.
So what do you bring to the table with your gratitude if this is what you practice? What changes can be made with our expressions of gratitude?

What tone?

When there are so many views. so many fears, so much anguish, it is often hard to keep a lid on the frustrations. I am not suggesting that we should reciprocate with the same energy. Nor am I condemning those who do. But it is just as unhelpful when one reacts by attempting to moderate the perpetrator, or indeed condescend and belittle them. Here is my response to it all.

 What tone do I need to take when I talk about my real lived experience?

What tone would you like to hear when I need to express my grief and anguish for the atrocities committed against humanity?

What tone do I use to help you feel more comfortable so that you may hear my uncomfortable truths?

What tone will keep you feeling safe when I speak of the injustices of the world?

What tone can I use, for us to acknowledge that all the pain and the suffering never stemmed from a place of love, and to be so moved and incensed, we make it end.

Don't condone my tone, but hear my words instead.

Because if you truly listened, you would hear the passion,the conviction and the love I hold true and dear to my heart.

That. My dear. Is Love.

TOF awareness week

I want to write about a little known Congenital Condition called Tracheo-oesophageal fistula. TOF for short.
Around one in 3500 babies are born with the condition and in many cases, babies born with it can also feature a condition called Vacterl which is the acronym made up of the first letters of the 7 main clinical problems that make up the condition. You can find more information Here.

What authority do I have on the subjects? You may ask. Probably no more than anyone else who was born with these issues. And like any health condition, we all have the potential to experience them very differently.

I feel very fortunate in that as an adult, I have not experienced symptoms that have been detrimental to the quality of my life. I do still experience the very distinctive 'TOF Cough' after eating. I have to take my time to allow food to go down with the aid of water, otherwise it results in considerable discomfort and shortness of breath due to the constrictions from weak cartilage. Over-eating is a big no no, resulting in reflux but apart from those rare glutenous occasions, I rarely suffer from it. I also have bowel issues, in so far as that if I need to go. I have to GO! But this can be managed through diet. I guess I have experienced a few challenges and would like to share my story in the aim that it may help to reassure anyone else living with TOF and Vacterl into their more mature years.

I was born in June 1976. 2 weeks overdue. My mother was induced and I was forceps delivery at Winchester hospital. 45 years ago, very little was known about the condition, but they soon detected something was very wrong when I choked on the milk I was given. I was rushed to Southampton and I wasn't to leave until 6 months later. Maybe I could have left a lot earlier had I not contracted Salmonella from another sick baby brought into the same ward. As you can imagine, this did not help in my recovery.
I don't have any recollection of how ill I was, but what I do remember to this day, are memories of my NDE's (Near death experiences)
Perhaps this is where I am unusual. I do not take kindly to anyone giving me limitations on what I can achieve in life. Even as a very young child, I would defy the medical health professional's. For I have seen and experienced how expansive and powerful we can all be as individuals.
Somewhere along the line, many moons ago, we seem to have lost our sovereignty and handed over our autonomy to other people just because they have letters next to their names.
I remember being given the choice to live or die. I remember choosing life and I was immediately sucked back into my body.
Up until around the age of 9-10 I would struggle with numerous chest infections and Bronchitis.
I had a scan on my kidneys which determined that I had one much smaller than the other.
I have a noticeable wonky thumb that no kid would hold my hand because of it and I have a deaf ear and was always getting ear infections that made me completely deaf at times. I compensated through life by learning to read faces and lips. 

I believe I am here for a reason. Perhaps its to let anyone who is open-hearted and curious enough to read and hear my story, to take inspiration and to begin, if they haven't already, to unravel their own story and to explore and challenge their own beliefs and any limitations they may bring them.
I want to express how I appreciate the people in the medical field. For without science and research, I would not be here today. But equally, it is important to understand that they are still humans and like us all, biased through their own lenses. Mistakes happen because of it;
Notably three years ago, when I went for a routine operation to help improve my hearing. Vacterl has given me skeletal abnormalities. Scoliosis is one, a pair of extra thumbs are another.(Removed when I was 2 years old)
I have never had a full body scan other than an X-ray on my foot when I suddenly became unable to walk on it in my late twenties, where we found bones fused together. With practice and exercise, I retrained my feet and have not since had a problem. But there could be many more undiscovered malformations.
Another abnormality which I do now know, is in my ear. My main facial nerve is running completely in the wrong place to compensate for the inner ear deformity. Unfortunately it meant that my unprepared surgeon, severed the nerve resulting me to have facial palsy. Consequently I had emergency surgery a week later to have nerves grafted on and it took two years for me to regain movement. However, the end of last year, I experienced sudden paralysis again due to a condition called Bells Palsy, three months on, with perseverance and exercise, I am gradually regaining strength and movement once again.  
I want to be open with you all and say that this journey has not always been pain free, nor has it been easy and at times, I have felt scared. But like many of us living with challenges, we adapt, we learn and we forge on. I listen to my intuition. But a word of caution. We have to truly understand and know ourselves deeply. Sometimes, fear can masquerade as our intuition and fool us into believing that it is protecting us when all it is really doing, is preventing us to live our lives. There is a difference if you dig deep and listen carefully but only we can know for ourselves, no one else can tell you that.
For me, I see Intuition as a light guiding me the way. It can sound like a crystal clear voice that calls me out from the monkey brain chatter, and it can feel like a breath of fresh air that fills my stale lungs. This all takes practice and self-awareness. I am still learning, still evolving. I still get angry and frustrated and upset. People make life complicated. I can make life complicated! 
But Art and Creativity helps me process my thoughts and brings me clarity. I practice in Breath-work and meditation and I am trained in EFT (Emotional Freedom Tapping) and Matrix Re-imprinting, Reiki and Energy healing and I'm training as a Conscious Health Coach which supports the ethos in 7 steps, by taking ownership of our own health. Looking at how our perceptions got us to this point. Understanding what triggers us, learn to interpret what it means to us and then eventually to manage, understand and sustain our own health
As well as gardening, I run Art workshops to support people in realizing and reaching their own potential. Find what works for you. We are on this earth for such a short period of time. I wish I could show you what I could see (from my heart) all those years ago. How infinitely powerful we are. Don't give up.
For anyone still uncertain of my words, then ask yourself; What would be the consequences of living the most healthiest life you could possibly imagine. What could you achieve and what would that mean to you?

Cocooned in Grief

It feels like I have been under some kind of permanent cloud of late. I have moments of clarification before being plunged into a dense, heavy fog again.
The heaviness is down to having 4 family dogs dying in quick succession, a close friend die and  witnessing the deterioration of a dying member of the family.
My own dogs demise however, was inevitable and I was fortunate enough to have that time together where I was able to prepare myself, but nonetheless, when my last one died at age 15, two weeks ago, I wasn't quite prepared for the huge void that she has left behind. I hadn't realised I had pinned much of my identity on my Springer Spaniels, so when they went I was suddenly confronted with an identity crisis. Who am I without dogs? I am not a mother. I am not a wife or a homeowner. I don't even own a flash car. I have been unable to run my art workshops this last year. All the things we tend to hold on to, to help create a sense of who we are, no longer exist. To impound issues further, I have began my perimenopause journey. Although a perfectly normal process that happens, it does prompt further deep questions. Who can I become when options and opportunities are taken away either through natural progression or forcefully What does all this mean to me?

And so with this in mind an opening is created. My heart has been cracked wide open. At first I was exploring all the ways to fill the hole. Like getting another dog. Fostering kids, buying a camper-van. Buying land, blowing my savings to achieve that instant buzz. I have always been someone who can be spontaneous. Act now, think later. But I quickly realised that still in my grief, I became overwhelmed so any thoughts for a life changing decision has been put on the back burner. And besides. What if we limited ourselves from such distractions? What then? Who would be be? What would be become?

Life is full of uncertainties at the moment. In our search for meaning, a sense of control and an avoidance of death we have in effect put a hold on all our lives.
As I choose to allow the waves of my own grief to wash over me which by the way grab hold at the most unexpected and inappropriate of moments that force me to take a moment alone in my local town to weep for a couple of minutes, shocking onlookers at the rawness of my emotion;
But when I give myself permission to take those precious moments, I can keep the energy moving through, knowing that in just a couple of minutes I would be feeling right as rain and smiling again. If I hold onto the energy (Emotion = Energy in motion) because its not appropriate or the right time, it becomes stuck and as each stale emotion becomes more stagnant the harder it is for me to release.
So I have learned to embrace my emotions and to feel OK to be cocooned in grief.  For it is only when I re-emerge from each wave, a light is turned on, guiding me the way back to life. It is and always has been about the circle of life.
Nothing lasts forever and through art and literature, perhaps we can all start to become brave enough to face our own mortality. Because after all, to avoid death, is to avoid life itself.

I think this short video may help to verbalize my thoughts further.

Farewell

 

I can't say I wasnt pleased to see the back of last year. On top of the global event's I lost my eldest dog, my partners dog and a close friend from the village.
But saying my farewells to 2020 felt like I was leaving them all behind and it feels like the distance between us is growing further and further away. I have to remind myself, time and space is just an illusion, A human made construct. All there really was and is, is Love.........I miss their physical presence, but understanding that in the energy sense, they never truly went away, I am able to bring them near whenever I think of them.

I'm sure like many of us, we hold hopes for a brighter future and never has the beginning of a new year been given so much pressure to prove its worth  now.
I entered this year with trepidation. My expectations for life have been diminished greatly by current limitations. But that's ok. As I reflect on last year, I realised, despite everything, I was still able to meet some new and interesting people who have now become firm friends.
I experienced my first Sound bath and Demonstration. I had a great Birthday gathering that took form as an adventure treasure trail all in the great outdoors followed by an amazing vegetarian curry from all the veg grown in my garden. - I love how food brings people together.
I held an Art Exhibition open to the whole village in a neighbours beautiful garden with drinks and cake. What a stunning evening it was too! One couldn't have wished for a more quintessential Summers evening. And speaking of the village, I organised for our community to get together in the Autumn and help plant another thousand Daffodil bulbs around our Avenue of Remembrance. If there is one legacy I leave behind to be proud of, that will be it.
 I have been training as a Conscious Health Coach which will see me qualified in the Spring of this year. And before the year was almost out, I received a late request to take on a painted commission and finally, an exchange of emails between myself and the surgeon who severed my facial nerve that has given closure to the both of us.
All these achievements were through no control of mine other than the initial email I sent to the surgeon.
Simply by just 'Being', life was still able to unfold through surprising twists and turns and in many ways, perhaps even better than had I tried to influence and control things,
My biggest lesson last year was to truly understand how stress and beliefs around events has a detrimental affect on the body.
Although last year brought many gifts, I still had times of feeling angry and frustrated. I allowed them to seep into my core Most of the time, I was able to utilize the energy for the greater good. This is where creating art has always been my saviour. But after my friend died, suddenly I found myself at a complete loss, walking a terrain I had never walked on, alone and adrift. my motto had always been to face up to my fears, but in the face of adversity, I literally lost my face. At least half of it through paralysis and once more, I find myself in a position of relearning to use my muscles all over again.
This time, I will value my health and my body even more. 

I don't know what 2021 will bring, I dont know what I want to do or achieve. But what I do know is how I want to feel and that is down to me how I choose to respond to life. I do not give permission for any external source to influence my inner peace and joy. This is an ongoing lesson of course. But one I hope I am understanding the older I become. They do say, wisdom comes with age.....