palliative lightwork

A trip down memory lane

Found a notebook in which I’d listed notes about the first sessions I did when I took the chance and began doing energy work.

I love this cover

©Pip Miller

©Pip Miller

I’m not sure why these pictures are so dark because they actually aren’t.

Darlene was my very first session, and her amazing feedback gave me the courage to ask more people, sometimes multiple people a day – hell, anytime anyone mentioned not feeling right, I was offering! I was so in awe of what they were telling me that I just couldn’t stop.

There are more pages, and I’m so glad I wrote these down because I’d forgotten some of them. And Zack, he cracked me up. He had a sore thumb, so I offered to help, he sat down, I took his hand, and almost immediately he looked up at me with huge eyes. I asked what??, thinking something was wrong, and he said the pain was gone, stood up, and walked right out of the room, through the store, and out the front door. I don’t think he ever came back on my workdays. Must have freaked him out. 😂

And the woman with the sinus problem (allergies) was sooooo excited that she could smell that she gave me a whopping $60 for the few minutes I worked with her (I never charged, but nearly everyone gave me $20)! She was practically jumping for joy.

In other news, COVID has been…not fun. My guy is feeling much better and I’m having symptoms he’s not (I think I mentioned that in my last post). I do feel better overall (thank goodness that headache finally went away), the only disconcerting thing is I still get lightheaded and dizzy fairly easily, especially in still air, or if I move too fast. I’ve been ranting a bit on Twitter at our state’s Dept of Health, because the guy in charge is seriously downplaying the virus, AND the spread of monkeypox, which according to Dr Eric Feigl-Ding, has exploded more in the past few months than over the past 20 or 30 decades. And has doubled in cases in the US in just 2 days. So yeah, I’m a little pissy with the Health Dept right now.

Ok, a lot pissy. I admit it. But dammit, it’s their job to keep us informed about what’s going on, not sugar-coat things and pretend all is well. That’s for the CDC to do. 🙄

I’d best stop before I get all riled up again.

Ohmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

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Oooh, I almost forgot! I’ve lost my sense of taste and smell (so freaking weird to experience, let me tell you!), and I have a friend (Cheri of the Retainer story) who has also lost hers. So we’re doing 3 sessions to see if it helps her as it did another friend, Pam, earlier this year. A little bit later it dawned on me that I could taste coffee, and when I walked into a room, smell a bit! I’m really interested to see if doing the other sessions on Cheri are going to help me more, too! I mean, I’m assuming they’re connected because it I hadn’t had even a tiny bit of either taste or smell before the session.

I love this work! I hope you’ll allow me to help you, too, soon! And don’t forget that I help animals, too!

With love and hope, again,

Pip 🌻✨🫖

©Pip Miller – July 2022

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Starting again

I’d just gotten into the groove of blogging again, then had to go to work, and that blew the momentum.

Then.

THEN.

My guy got sick Wed (a cold from the swamp cooler being on all night), I woke up Saturday nasty sick, tested and got the faint positive. I was negative Friday. Son of a…

Made him test. Yeah, not a cold. Friggin’ COVID.

I tested again Sunday, full-on positive.

*insert a whole lot of sweary swears…a LOT*

I have been insanely diligent. Like, that weird person who always wears a mask when no one else does. Why? Anemia. Asthma. A 4-year old who I’ll be damned was going to get it from some unthinking move of mine. I even wear a mask in my own house at times. I’m that person.

You can imagine I am far from a happy camper. There isn’t a picture to insert in this post that really shows how I feel.

And goddammit, please stop saying “it’s a cold” and that it’s “mild”. It’s not, and even asymptomatic people get the gnarly aftereffects like heart damage and blood clots. And for the love of all that is….STOP SAYING “POST-COVID NORMAL”. There’s no bloody such thing. Cases are exploding, the new variants are more transmissible than EVER, and people are talking about visiting family, going to fairs, hitting up conventions and flying without masks and… BTW, if you’re following the CDC’s guidance, stop. Immediately. They’re pure bullshit now.

I’m livid. That’s really what it comes down to. No, we don’t know for certain where it came from, but it doesn’t really matter. A lone masked person really has no defense against a world of unmasked and “over it” people.

I’m 3 days in, nearly fainted 3 times in one day, can’t get hot or I get dizzy, have a constant metallic taste in my mouth, food doesn’t agree with me* (my pajamas are falling off), and my torso hurts like hell from coughing. And the tension headache that today comes and goes, had me wishing for someone to put me out of my misery Saturday and Sunday. The only thing that sort of helped was a cold, wet cloth on my forehead as I curled up directly in front of the fan. I’m basically bed-bound because it’s never cool enough in the living room; the bedroom is the only place I feel ok. Which means my guy, the person I’m caregiver for, is now doing what he can around the house, and it’s so not easy for him. His symptoms (except the cough) are nearly gone now (and they were really bad Thursday and Friday), but me, I keep coming up with new stuff, like trying to shoo a fly out of the bathroom made me lightheaded. I was just standing there. Not running around. Standing. And shooing. What the hell?

It has to be the anemia. Fuuuuck.

And the “post-COVID” oblivion/bullshit lie people have chosen to live in.

I feel like blocking anyone who doesn’t live safely and with the knowledge that this virus can get you out of the blue, no matter how diligent you are.

In anger, lots of anger,

Pip 😷😷😷

©Pip Miller – July 2021

*pudding! I can eat pudding! And the metallic taste goes away just long enough so it doesn’t taste nasty. I’m so happy!

PS: I will be talking more about the healing work, cuz home and no income. Need a session, anyone?

hobbit life

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

hobbit life

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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Tomorrow Dry July Begins!

I’m ready. I’m looking forward to it. I’m planning in my head how to spend the day (though the first couple days are always easy), and making sure I have lots of sparkling water and treats on hand.

I plan to start the day sending light because it always makes me feel good to help others, and it puts me in a good frame of mind for the day, too.

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I have a TBR pile that’s pretty big, and it has quite a few cozy mysteries for the days when my brain isn’t up to intricate books. I’ll add thing to my sobriety toolbox as the month goes, on, and remove anything that isn’t really helping me deal with TBB.

One big change, that I’m not looking forward to, is that I start work on the 5th. No masks sends me over the freaking-out edge, and while I’ll do my best to be as careful as I can, I know that being the only one masked (even a good mask) isn’t enough protection. My stomach has really been tied to my emotions more than ever, and I already have lots of butterflies. I’ve tried to find a work-from-home, and to make my healing work my living, but neither has happened. I’m sad. Very sad.

Wish me luck! And if anyone else is doing Dry July….we can do it!!!

With hope and love,

Pip 🌻✨☕

©Pip Miller – June 2022

hobbit life

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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Dry July preparation

There’s a quote that says something like, ‘don’t do harder, do different’, and I know from long experience that it’s really difficult for me to go cold turkey from drinking, not because I’m incapable, but because I give in too easily to outer influences these days. I’m not proud of it, but it’s true.

I decided to use create a mind map, and figure out what would really help me when TheBeerBitch (TBB for short) starts yelling in my head.

I wrote down 6 things, mixing goals and feelings. Then I narrowed it down to what was most important to me. I came up with sobriety, comforted, and financially secure. For sobriety, the offshoots are lots of tea and sparkling water, listening to sober podcasts, reading sober books/blogs, and making sure to blog my progress as a sort of accountability throughout the month.

©Camilla Pang – An Outsider’s Guide to Humans

Now while these are great to keep in mind, they don’t really help in the moment, ya know? In “An Outsider’s Guide to Humans“, Camille Pang describes and includes a picture of her ‘decision tree’*, which she uses to plan for a specific outcome by planning ahead for what will happen if, say in my case, 3 pm hits and TBB starts yelling in my head that it’s time for a beer. Option A is drink a sparkling water, and if that doesn’t work, then A1 is put on a sober podcast. If option A works, then we move on to making dinner. If temptation starts again, then option B is…

Each option has ‘if this, then that’ branches, and branches off of those branches until, no matter what happens (that I can foresee), I have a something to do to keep me from grabbing that beer. And the goal is always that one outcome, not to drink for July. BTW, the roots of the tree are things that are necessary no matter what (the water, a journal nearby, M&M’s, lavender lotion for calming when TBB is really screaming, etc).

I’m sure this idea has been around for ages, but I don’t remember coming across it before, and I just spent 2 hours trying to remember the name of book, finally heading to the library where the title was found by the librarian, because librarians are actually mythical creatures who know ALL, and then driving to another branch to pick up a copy. Because I knew that decision tree is going to be very important in July.

*Aside, the illustrations are the author’s own, and her handwriting is a bit difficult to decipher. There’s still one phrase in a particular picture that I can not make heads nor tails of, no matter what. It would have been really helpful if they’d copied the illustrations and made them legible. IJS.

My tree will definitely have energy healing (which means family and friends are going to be receiving “hey, just sent some light to you -or your pet-!” texts. lol)

Have any of you used something similar to the decision tree? If so, what for, and did it help?

With love and hope,

Pip 🌻✨🫖

©Pip Miller – June 2022

hobbit life

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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What do you think?

Substack or WordPress? Do you subscribe to both? Do you prefer one over the other? I only ask because I want to write something a bit niche, and I’m not sure if this is where to do it -though “Life” is part of the blog title, and I’ve stopped focusing on energy healing – or Substack would be better.

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And, by the way, I most likely won’t continue to pay for the domain name here, and I’m hoping it will just become thishealinghobbitslife.wordpress.com when the time runs out. If not, I’m going to be a bit lost. lol

Thanks for your help!

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 🌻✨