When I was in high school eons ago, I took French for one year, and our teacher taught us about ‘april fish’. The phrase has stuck with my friend Elendae and I ever since.
It’s a gorgeous spring day; the breeze is blowing, the door is open, beautiful clouds in the sky…and yet, I’m freezing. If I had enough energy to take a shower, I’d go sit in the sun and warm up, but I don’t. So I’m in a hoodie, under a blanket, typing away at my beloved laptop, instead of enjoying the weather. It’s so quiet, and I feed on that. Too much noise and loudness really gets to me. He’s asleep because his back is really hurting today, I’ve been watching -on my usual ‘only audible to me’ super-low volume – Greta Thunberg: A Year to Change the World, which is giving me a ton of anxiety (especially when they say we’ll hit our ‘carbon budget‘ by 2030) but needs to be watched. We must face what’s going on and prepare in whatever ways we can, because it’s coming. Humanity has pushed until there’s no turning back unless seriously drastic measures are taken, and we all know those in the money don’t want that to happen.
Anyway. Enough stress.
I did 3 sessions this morning, and one thing I’m sometimes asked is “can you tell what’s wrong?”. The answer is no. I can only feel the flow — I say ‘flow’, but I don’t even know if that’s the right way to describe it. I don’t feel movement, like a flow of a river, it’s more, I don’t know…pressure? Sometimes it’s barely there, which can be a sign that the client isn’t seriously sick or in a lot of pain; sometimes it’s so intense I feel the pressure for a while after the session is over. That can be blocked chakras, intense pain or illness…I just never know. On one hand I wish I had the ability to know, but on the other I think that would be a lot of pressure on me, and if what I ‘knew’ was wrong, I would feel horrible for having misinformed someone, ya know?
The most I do, as today, is ask if the receiver is feeling ok,, that the ‘flow’ was more intense than expected (or that it had been previously), and many times the answer is surprise that I could tell something had changed, or that there is more going on than we suspected. Once I did a session for someone (I think I’ll start using ‘for’ instead of ‘on’ because none of the sessions are in-person and haven’t been for a long time) and it felt like popcorn was popping in my palms! It was the most bizarre feeling, and it’s never happened again. I did have a session not long ago where it felt more like fireworks going off – little ones, not the boomers, but still. For some reason I quit writing down how the sessions feel to me, so I don’t remember what this particular sending was for.
Back to the weather. The clouds are coming in darker. Maybe it will rain again. There are a few unexpected dandelions in the yard, but no other flowers. I’d love to plant some for the bees, but it’s one of those ‘paper or plastic’ questions: do I use water to grow plants in the middle of aridification of the southwest, or do I save the bees without which we’ll all die anyway? Six of one, half a dozen of the other. It’s a dilemma.
Enough for now, sparkling water is calling to me. Happy April, everyone!
With hope and love,
©Pip Miller – April 2022