I’ve missed the magick…

I have always considered myself unlucky with plants (and goldfish for that matter) and I would moan, groan and cringe when someone brought up the subject of gardening. Don’t get me wrong here, I love plants and flowers. I really do.  I just considered it boring – I liked the end result but didn’t care much for the effort of gardening.

This year, that has all changed for me.

For the first time I planted some bedding plants and with my husband we water the plants daily (well, ok, its’ mainly my husband).  I have squealed with childish glee at seeing them bloom and have great sorrow at my Sweet Williams which are yet to bud.

The real magick has been a gift.  I’ve been blessed with people giving me plants.  A gardener has given me miniture orange trees which he has grown himself. When I looked at the tiny plants in their pots, I finally got it.  I understood what gardening was all about.

It’s not about beautiful lawns and immaculate gardens.  The gift is nurturing, love and making the world a better place 🙂

Supermarket psychics

There was a review in one of the national papers this week on the Psychic Sisters of Selfridges. Apparently you can now get a reading done as you shop for your cosmetics, clothings and other posh things in Selfridges.

What does this leap in commercialism mean to us non-Oxford Street psychics I wonder?

I think I’m pleased!

It’s about time that people with genuine psychic gifts get their chance to bring openess and understanding to an art which has been over stereotyped as the cringeworthy gypsy fortune teller with a crystal ball and head dress. Strangely enough, modern day psychics are modern day people.

Yet on the other hand…

If shops are going to be having psychic centres for drop in clients, then it pushes the smaller (and dare I say perhaps more accurate) psychics into the postion of either joining the shopping revolution or missing out on helping others and paying the bills.

Also, you have to ask yourself how much energy can one person put into a reading when they are fully booked in a busy, hot store. Where’s the personal touch in that?

So I remain divided and sit back to watch with interest at the high street psychic shopping.


I do not have the time

Good morning all,

Today my ramblings are on time. 

How often have you had a person say that they cannot do “x” because they do not have the time?  We as a society have learned to accept this sort of statement without giving it a second thought.  I contend today that accepting this statement at face value is  just another way for us to avoid the things that we do not wish to do (either on a conscious or an unconscious level).

Think of it like this.  There is no definition for any unit of time.  If the sun did not rise and set each day and our bodies did not demand food, water, and rest, we would have nothing to begin to measure the units that we identify as time.  Someone at some point created the units that we live by every single second.

I am not trying to be confusing.  The point I am trying to make is: if time standards can be created by man, then they can also be destroyed and re-created to encompass all that each man desires.  Therefore we must be honest and answer, “I choose not to do “x” because it is not important to me for whatever reason (usually this tends to be because something else holds priority) rather than “I do not have the time”.

So next time you feel this statement try to glibly slide from your mouth, ask yourself why you do not wish to do whatever it is.  Of course this is not for the faint of heart, because it will force you to take a realistic look at yourself and realise that both time and life (another generalised concept) is what you make it with each decision (small or great).