Splendido

My creativity is screaming to come out.Scratching at my soul, begging for some attention. I am sailing a calm sea at the moment with pilates and the work aspect of my life but I had a jolting realisation two nights ago. I have become one of THOSE people. I have been in a spin for so long now, putting in the essential time it needs to make a successful career, that I have forgotten what it means to just relax. I have forgotten how it feels to just chill-exercise. I am so focused on the next task that I cannot enjoy the right now! That's not me. It won't be me.

So creativity, my dear sweet friend, I am all yours. I will start with that unfinished canvas of colours, glittery blobs and bizarre misconnections. Tonight you are MINE! I OWN you! It's going to be the key to re-learning the art of relaxation. Finding the balance again and just remembering that part of myself that keeps me sane.Ohmmmmm..ohmmm..sigh...

Dingle Dangle

I feel the urge to splurge, oh dear!
I'm entranced by this dangling tongue.
So pink, new and full of tastebuds.
Complimented by the sweetest button-nose..and a dog, I guess.
I imagine a miniature version of me clutching on tightly,
Averting the drop to my death and inevitable splat.
Would a petit me splat, though?
Or would I bounce back up and land in the dog's nostril?
I guess it would be like landing in a wet cave.
I bet the dog would sneeze...ah gross!
I would definitely splat into the floor, now, with the added slime factor.
How do you recover from something like that?
Is this what it feels like to be a bug?
If I was a bug I would make music with my wings
Like crickets do with their legs.
Yes! I would start a bug band.
A prickly black and white caterpillar, with a protruding cigar, on drums.
A dung beetle on base guitar.
An ass wiggling bee on the trombone.
A dirty fly, with Blues glasses, playing the harmonica.
A lanky stick insect on lead guitar.
And of course , a husky Jessica Rabbit style butterfly on vocals.
Er...I would be the doop-wop girl who clicks fingers and has slick-rick moves.
The Big Bug Blues Band.
Rad.
Rambling complete. Over and out.

Vacuflex feet

There comes a point in every woman's (and man's) life where we are faced with'THE PILL' issue. Most of us want think we need it and like to be extra 'safe'. What could be so harmless about popping a pill for 3 weeks of the month? For a man, they feel protected against pregnancy and often don't really worry about much else. In fact most women do the same. I was one of those women for 10 yrs to be precise.

My journey to this blog-blab( I like that word...I wonder how many times I could appropriately use that in my day?hmmm...). It laboriously began with an eyeball issue. My eye. It became the bain of my life. Red, itching, dry, throbbing, half eyeball-half beast. Whenever I touched a drop of alcohol, they would rage furiously and laugh at my resulting pain. Against my better judgement I tried conventional Western medicines. The optometrist gave me overpriced glasses that I never use, said I must just be dehydrated and sent me to a pharmacist to get some eye drops. The pharmacist said I needed something thicker like gel drops and recommended I drink more water and see a doctor. My GP shrugged and put me on antibiotic drops 'just in case' and an eyeball cream. Needless to say nothing changed and all I was left with was a bad taste in my mouth from the anitbiotics. Who knew that the vile drops actually get absorbed through the tear ducts, go down the throat and land onto my tastebuds?

The next tedious months saw me guzzling copious amounts of water to try hydrate myself, dropping colloidial silver into the eyes for temporary relief and an endless string of moaning and foot stomping.
To cut an even longer story short I went to get treated by an acupuncturist. Oh MAN! I got far more than I bargained for. The eye was the least of my worries. The eye meridian is connected to the liver. The liver cleans the blood and regulates hormones. It turns out my liver was struggling to cope to the point of exhaustion and, naturally, the rest of the body was overworked to compensate. A bit more research into this tiny little 'pill', I discovered the dark truth. I started to read about scary stories of healthy and active women having strokes at 21 yrs old, scarring of internal organs and the list goes on. A woman called Dr Ellen Grant was asked to do reserach oon the pill and ended up writing a book called " A bitter Pill to swallow: the Betrayal of Oral Contraceptives" wanting to get them banned. Read it.

However I am occasionally known for my practicality and know that when you are looking for horror stories you will find it so I decided to ignore them and just focus on sorting myself out. Not as easy as I had hoped for. Five months down the line and I now finally feel like I am getting the help I need.
Vacuflex. It sounds like another brand of drugs for body builders but it is actually a treatment for controlling the energy of the body. It increases the energy in the body to help with cell regeneration, repair and maintenance. It's like being attached to a metal octopus with purple suckers. These suckers unblock meridians/chakras in the body, cleansing and restoring the body's balance. Your feet are placed in 'vacuum boots' for a few minutes and then show discolourations on the feet when taken off showing the problem areas. Apparently the only things in my body that are in good working order are my lungs and my brain(although my man thinks my mind may need to be examined for crazy seeds). It's like a combination of reflexology, acupuncture and the kind of thing you would expect to see in an alien film, except without the slime.

So now I'm on a treatment course which is doing wonders for everything. I feel like I did when my mom would make me vegatble soup when I was ill. So much TLC. For the first time in about a year, my body seems to be doing what it should and getting the correct help it needs. Go Vacuflex!

oh ..and..blog-blab!...that felt good.

Spinning speed

* Part time working for 3 days a week at a busy job.Check!
* Looking for something better. Check!
* Forked out for a gorgeous space for pilates classes. Check!
* Terrified I won't be able to cover the room hire with enough clients. Check!
* Looking for new pilates clients. Check!
* Teaching in all other spare time. Check!
* talking gibberish for no one's benefit. Check!
* Craving chocolate in a very unhealthy way. Check!
* Lost track of the purpose of this post. Check!
* Getting dizzy from the admin, juggling and balancing issues. Check!
* Spinning...well...understatement. Check!