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

health

Too many forks, not enough spoons

I came up with that phrase a few years ago (or whenever it was that I read the fork theory), and it so applies to my life right now. Lots of responsibilities (many of which I am simply letting drop to the wayside, though they need to be taken care of), and worry, so much worry. I’m stressed beyond words because it looks like there’s absolutely no way I can avoid re-entering the workforce, even though that pitchfork will send me crashing. And that means the physical pain (especially the new one) will cause issues that most likely will cause me to lose yet another job, and the thought of all of it has me on edge and running out of spoons almost before I even get out of bed (thanks, kitty, and your “I’m awake, why aren’t you, the sun is almost up and I need to be fed even though there’s food in my bowl” meowing every morning).

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I keep pretending something magical will happen and my schedule will be filled with retainer plans, and lots of 3-session packages, and everything will be fine. In reality, unless I win the lottery, I’m screwed. The clock is ticking and I can’t avoid what must be done anymore. The thought makes me want to scream and burst into tears because being let go from a job due to your body rebelling against whatever the hell it’s rebelling against makes a person feel like a failure. And means more frickin’ interviews, pushing myself to be extroverted when I’m far from it, and the whole damned merry-go-round. Again.

Then there’s the caregiver worries, such as what if he falls while I’m at work? What if he’s having one of the days where he can barely get out of bed or walk? How will he eat when he can’t make it to the kitchen? What if it’s a good day and he decides to go into the garage and hurts himself trying to do something he still thinks he can do no problem, but it leaves him immobilized for days, and I have to leave him alone for those days?

No wonder I can’t sleep lately. That and the fact that the minute I get comfortable and start to fall asleep, my legs decide it’s party time. Sigh.

Luckily I’ve been able to distract myself a bit with a Firefly marathon, lots of reading, and 3 sessions for someone with chronic migraines. Today (Sunday) is her last session. She’s away from home, so I haven’t been able to check in and see how it’s going on her end, but I know the energetic flow is really strong on mine.

I hope you’re all doing ok!

With hope and love,

Pip 🌻✨

PS: all 30-minute sessions (except for the Retainer Plan) are still 45-minutes for the same price until the end of May! Get your session(s) here!

PPS: I’m trying very hard to live by this quote I found recently (and foolishly didn’t write down who said/wrote it or what book it was in):

Bring me peace with what comes,

and until it comes,

peace with what is.

hobbit life

The Peace of a Day

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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

animal healing · palliative lightwork

I almost forgot to title this

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How is it almost the end of March? My birth month flew by, and seems to be going on, if not quite like a full-grown lion, at least like a cub. It’s rainy today, which is fantastic, and all the trees have burst into bloom in the past week. The crows left, too. Right after the snow last week. Which means it’s time to get another hummingbird feeder and some ant deterrent.

My first hire on retainer (how do you say that a bit more elegantly??) is going really, really well. The client is a cat with diabetes and some other issues. Bloodwork is looking good, and things that were really bad are much better now – this makes my heart sing. The great thing about retaining my services for a month is that we can tweak what the focus of the sessions are, even daily. We began focusing on one thing, and have since switched it up, including even helping calm him when he gets his meds (by needle – ouch). Today I’ll focus on something Cheri just found out, and we’ll see how it goes. I love this work so, so much, and really wish more people would find me so I can help them or their critters, too.

The hardest thing for me, to be honest, is to get online and see tweets or blog posts from people about issues they or their animals are dealing with, and trying very hard not to be that person that raises their hand and yells, Oooh, me, me! I can help!!! As many of you know, I really suck at holding back, though I’m trying harder to do so. Not because it feels unethical or anything like that, but I think when someone offers to help you out of the blue people tend to get wary and suspicious, and I can’t blame them. So I hold my breath and pray that those I’ve sent light to tell others so those in need can be helped.

I’ve been spending time reading quiet blogs, ones that are day-to-day living, and there’s a lot of joy and peace in that. The little things we miss in our attempt to sell ourselves, and everyone else doing the same thing. It’s a cacophony of overwhelm, to say the least. I bookmarked a bunch of these quiet blogs and check in every few days; it’s so calm and stress-free. My mantra of late is, “Too many forks, not enough spoons”, and to be honest, I haven’t checked my voicemail or email in days. They’re two more forks I just can’t deal with right now.

Anyway, I thought I’d check in and say Hi. Some may have noticed that I removed all social media links and deleted linktree, too. More forks that needed to go away. When your dream becomes something that causes you stress, you pull in the net and toss what’s not good for you. Then you can focus on what it is that makes your heart sing, what makes you want to pinch yourself and make sure you’re actually awake…and for me, that’s sending light.

With hope and love,

Pip 🌻✨

©Pip Miller – March 2022