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In my head, it’s fall

It must be because of the quiet, cozy, slice-of-life blogs I’ve been reading. I get lost in reading about cups of tea, cool mornings, comfy sweaters, and then look up it’s and blinding sunlight and nearly 100F. Maybe I belong in the Pacific Northwest. I wouldn’t be able to take the muggy, sticky summers of New England anymore: 3 decades of life in the high desert southwest has me feeling that 25% is high humidity. *snort*

BTW, that whole “it’s a dry heat” thing? Hot is hot. Believe me. And honestly, as uncomfortable as 100F is here, 90F in NE with 100% humidity is brutal. Suffocating, even.

I had so many things to do today, and instead I feel as if there isn’t a drop of energy anywhere in my body. I sent my sister light for her birthday, and that perked me up for a while. Days like this make me wonder how I’m going to do back in the workforce – a necessity that I continue to block out on one level, acting as if Tuesday won’t come. Instead I keep adding up in my head how many clients it would take for me to be able to stay home, and then getting sad again.

Glaring at me until I feed her

The cat has decided that she needs to be fed 3x a day, a decision I vehemently disagree with, especially since I’d been feeding her dry food for a while and it always makes her gain weight. She loves Fancy Feast (the wheat-free ones) so much that she’d happily eat a can every few hours. Ain’t happening. So now she perches on the small table and stares at me, hoping that will guilt me into feeding her. Nope.

My Dry July partner didn’t even make it a day, so that’s a blow. I’ll have to be that much more determined, and more of anything but rest is not something for which I have spoons or bandwidth. So very, very many forks and not a spoon in sight.

And now it’s time to figure out dinner. Ramen, anyone?

With hope and love,

Pip 🌻✨🫖

©Pip Miller – July 2022

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Hello there, July!

It’s been a quiet day, though I had a slew of errands to run this morning. Bank, UPS to return a horrible pair of Lee jeans (they’ve changed them and I am not a fan) to Amazon, library, bookstore, thrift store (scored a new pair of my favorite jeans!! Take that new Lee’s), and the grocery store. Luckily I know the grocery store well enough that rarely does any bit of shopping take more than 10 minutes (the monster shopping trips are relegated to pickup at Smith’s), so all in all the errands took an hour or so.

I love this photo by Taryn Elliott on Pexels.com

When I have days like that, inevitably the pain kicks in not long after, and lasts all day. Fibromyalgia? We’re not sure, but it fits. So I spent the day reading, sending light, and just now, while making dinner, started to catch up on some of the ‘quiet’ blogs I read…and boom! This post by Melanie Leavey* says exactly how I feel, and I just had to share it. I’d just checked in on Twitter not long before reading it, and remembered that I was going to take a break from my public account for a while; part of what she writes is why. The blog is mine (even if I lose the domain name next month…not sure yet), and blogs are a sort of safe place to be in this awful time, filled with screaming people, both in fear and anger. As the running joke goes, screaming into the void is no longer an answer because the void is full.

I wish you well in these turbulent times, and hope you have somewhere to secure your anchor.

With love and hope,

Pip 🌻✨🫖

*I really like her books and just finished reading ‘Sea Bride’.

©Pip Miller – July 2022

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The Lightmaker’s Manifesto

In another, well, I’m sure everyone knew this, but it hit me like a bolt of lightning, passage from a book.

©Karen Walrond

So with regards to Dry July, my goal is not to drink all month, and now I need to put into place a ritual to make sure I achieve that goal. Sounds simple, right? I’m sure TBB (TheBeerBitch) will have something to say about that, but drowning her out will of course be part of the ritual.

I’m feeling excited!

And to make the day even better, it rained all night (yay), AND I was asked to send light to a horse trainer who had a terrible fall. I ended up doing an hour for that one because my hands ‘told’ me to. The flow was strong, and I hope it helped!

BTW, eagle-eyed followers may have noticed that I switched from a static website page to a traditional blog format. It just felt right, and I’m hoping it will get people to look at more pages on the site. I still have an ‘About’ page I call “Pip Who?“. lol

If you’re new here, welcome!

With hope and love,

Pip 🌻✨🫖

©Pip Miller – June 2022

PS: I’m testing out CounterSocial again (the nicer Twitter), and I think I have to upgrade to have a link to my account, so if you’re there, my username is @HealingHobbit.

©Pip Miller – June 2022

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Does ‘community’ apply to blogging?

Found this on Twitter this morning, and in the comments people mentioned that either they don’t comment on others’ blogs, or others don’t comment on theirs…

No one asked me, but I’d like to defend lazy blog posts. Not everything needs to be a 300 word masterpiece. You can just share an open ended question and wait to see what conversations unfold in the comments.— Josepha Haden Chomphosy (@JosephaHaden) June 21, 2022

Which got me wondering about the nearly 200 followers I have and the less than a handful of comments posts get. And then it dawned on me that I don’t really comment very often, either. I think we all got so used to hitting ‘like’ or ‘heart’ that anything more in this now, now, now online world has been trained out of us. You can even click on the star here on WordPress for ‘like’ instead of commenting.

Have we lost the ability to communicate and connect?

Starting on the 1st, my guy and are going to do a month without alcohol. Dry July without the sponsors. That’s what yesterday’s question was concerning and wanting the community aspect was part of my dilemma.

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Sticking with WordPress makes sense because yes, you can comment on Substack, but it’s another site you’d have to sign up for in order to comment, and if you’re reading this, you either already get these posts via email or there’s another way you read them, so maybe you’ll comment as the month goes on (or even join in!).

I don’t know if I’ll post daily, but will most likely multiple times a week, so if you’re someone who prefers a streamlined inbox, following the blog here on WordPress and reading at will might be a better option.

Here’s to a blogging community and a dry july!

With hope and love,

Pip 🌻✨🫖

©Pip Miller – June 2022

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Just a quick update

Summer is here with a bang. So much melting. We finally had the swamp cooler turned on, and the dogs are in heaven.

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It’s hard to get the energy or motivation to do much of anything when it’s 100F outside, so it’s lovely to be able to help others without leaving the house. I’ve done quite a few sessions the past couple weeks, for various ailments, and the feedback has been wonderful. I like to send light to my Mom and tell her after the fact (she enjoys the surprise), and her feedback is always something like, “I just noticed I was able to walk easier!” or yesterdays, “I carried 3 water bottles into the living room instead of one!” which has been all she’s been capable since her health scare.

Last night there was a fire in the canyon, and it was really windy, so it was pretty scary for everyone near there for most of the night. There’s a video here, if you’re interested.

OH! I wanted to thank everyone who started following me here on the website instead of via social media. I left a note on Instagram, and today I’m going to “delete” the account. Twitter is still up, but I don’t use it for this – it’s pretty much a rage retweeting account these days. There’s so much to be upset about, and retweeting let’s me let go of the rage quicker. It’s weird, but it works for me. 🙂

I hope everyone is safe and cool, and those you love are the same!

With hope and love,

Pip 🌻✨

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It’s a gorgeous spring day

And I’m sitting in bed. Yesterday I was running an errand, and out of the blue my hips and legs decided they were done with the endeavor. I barely made it to the car, and getting in and out of it was extremely difficult. Fibromyalgia is an umbrella term for a cornucopia of symptoms, and I’m not sure if this is part of it, or it’s something completely new and different. Fun. Not.

Photo by Andrea Piacquadio on Pexels.com

I really want to go outside and sit in the sun, especially since the air is ok today. The fires to the north of us are horrible, and I can’t even imagine trying to breathe in the smoke. It’s particularly disturbing because spring in New Mexico basically means ‘windy’, and with everything so dry, the fires have a lot to feed on. I hope they can get them under control, but it’s not looking good.

I haven’t been sending much light since I decided to stop offering to help for free, and this does not make me happy at all. Every time I tweet that it “fills me with joy” to help others, I’m not just saying that; it really does. It’s like the light/energy flowing through me also gives me a boost, too…and I miss it. A lot.

I’m still certain that my retainer plan is one hell of an amazing deal, but I haven’t forgotten that single sessions are important, too. I just want to help; that’s really what it comes down to.

I think I may see if I can make it to the porch and read for a while. Be safe out there, everyone…and please, wear your masks. You may not think it’s important for you, but it is for the vulnerable around you. We depend on each other, so let’s be kind and take care of others by being smart ourselves, ok?

With hope and love,

Pip 🌻✨

©Pip Miller – May 2022

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Sleepy sweet Saturday

I’m sitting by the window, clouds moving in, breeze tickling my bare arms with bits of cold…and I feel awful. Asthma attack yesterday in the wee hours and I’m still trying to breathe normally and I’ve had a headache ever since. It’s too chilly for me to sit outside, so this is my compromise. I had errands planned, but that’s not going to happen. I might not even shower.

Nah, I will. It’ll warm me up.

I woke early, fed the zoo (three animals can be a zoo, correct?), and then sent light to a dog in Canada. It’s interesting how I’ll get a feeling or thought while sending that I need to switch up the hand placements before I’m finished, and this morning the paw I was working with became the hindquarters, which took in more light than the paw. Limping can cause the hips (hindquarters in animals) to compensate and become themselves a bit off, and I’ve also read that dogs hold their stress in that area. Whatever the reason, this pet needed the light there, and I have no idea how I knew that -and I don’t need to know how, but it’s still curious to me. Intuition? Subconscious information from the universe? Who knows. It’s always right, though, that much I do know.

I have a post coming up that will be about the retainer I just finished (not sure how to describe that better). It’ll be DMs I exchanged with the cat’s owner, and in them you’ll see how I work with the client, how I do the lightwork, how sometimes the ‘verse doesn’t give me info and I have to work out what’s best on my own (the nerve! 😂)and also, best of all, the feedback from Albus’ owner, Cheri!

Enjoy your weekend! I’m off to read this sobriety resource blog on Holly Whitaker’s site.

With love and hope,

Pip ✨🌻

PS: I’ve been scrolling through Tumblr – and scrolling and scrolling – and while I know it’s a learning curve and it’s not quite as straightforward as Twitter, FB, or IG, I love it there. I’m Eavesdown Abbey, if you want to check out my feed.

©Pip Miller – April 2022

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April Fish!

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 🌻✨

©Pip Miller – April 2022

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The Peace of a Day

Photo by Pratik Gupta on Pexels.com

It’s cold and rainy, though every now and again the sun tries to peek through the clouds. I’m on the couch, two blankets, and a background focus YouTube channel is quietly playing in my earbuds. It would be lovely except for the pain, so much pain for both of us today. His spinal stenosis and my fibromyalgia. We can barely walk, even with aids. I found this pain chart a while ago that digs deeper than the usual ‘on a scale of 1-10’, and I’m on about 8.5 and he’s a solid 10. He hovers between 8-10 on a daily basis, but “weather” always intensifies it.

My mom found this Fibro/CFS test, and I’m a yep for both. No surprise. Fibro is weird, though, because everyone’s symptoms are different and to a differing degree; pain is the common denominator, though. One thing, the CFS has become quite the issue with me since last July, and while there are days that I can function almost ‘normally’, most days I’m simply fried from waking to bedtime. It sucks.

Reading the ‘quiet blogs’, as I call them, sort of kicked in the blog more idea, even though it’s not always related to energy healing. Then name is This Healing Hobbit’s Life, not This Healing Hobbit’s Work, and it’s my blog, so I can pretty much do what I want, correct? I thought so.

I do have another session a couple hours, and maybe another one to sneak in before then. I also send light to him instead of doing hands-on because it seems to help his pain more if I do it that way; hands-on puts him to sleep.

The sun is trying so very hard to shine through the clouds, but I don’t think it’s going to succeed. It’s so beautiful outside, and this music is lovely. I think I’ll try to get up and make some tea. Wish me luck!

With hope and love,

Pip 🌻✨

©Pip Miller – March 2022

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They say it’s your birthday

And it is! I can’t wrap my head around being 59 today; that number just does not compute. There’s a disconnect between how I feel mentally and the actual number of years I’ve lived…the usual story.

My tarot card for this year is the Hermit, which, according to this episode of Cardslingers Coast-to-Coast, is about self-care; a take on it that’s new to me, but one that is really fitting right now. I found this on Tumblr which was a bit of a light-bulb moment:

Puts a bit of a different spin on it, don’t you think? Self-care seems…optional, but system maintenance is necessary or everything goes to shit, right? Mind blown.

My major system maintenance is the ongoing quest for sobriety. A year ago, and probably a few others over time, I wrote about my problem with alcohol. It’s a generational thing in my family, and unfortunately I made the decision to go back down that path nearly (this makes me cringe with shame) a quarter of a century ago after staying sober for over 3 years. I didn’t accomplish my goal last year, but I never give up the battle. I’ve learned that just declaring “I quit. No more!” doesn’t work, and I’m not fond of the prevailing group idea, so I need other things to keep me on the path.

So I used birthday money to splurge on The Hero’s Journal. I’d just watched this…

And the journal just seemed like the perfect way to do that. And it’s fun! My evil wizard Drinko is called The Beer Bitch, btw.

So Happy Birthday to me, the quest is on!

With hope and love,

Pip 🌻✨

BTW, I fixed all the links in posts and pages back to 2017. There’s more to do, but I’m nearly finished! I also reconfigured some of the pages, names, etc, to better streamline the website and what I do. If you haven’t before, check out the website! I’d love to help you feel better!

PS: Another fabulous journal to help you accomplish your goals is The Map by Claudia Wair.

PPS: Have I mentioned how much I love Tumblr? I’m sure I have, but it bears repeating.