covid

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?

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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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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.

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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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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

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What a day

Lunar New Year, aka Chinese New Year, a dark moon, Brigid’s day, and in the days when the climate was different, the first day of spring in the Celtic world (which fits where I live here in the southwest). That’s a lot going on!

We’re supposed to get what will pretty much be the first snow in town, and the change in the weather has my fibromyalgia on the ‘Do not move” setting. I’m in bed, under lots of covers, writing this on my new laptop (thanks again, Mom…and my sister for helping her choose it!), looking out the window at the grey day and the leafless tree branches starting to move in the wind.

I did forget to make hot chocolate, though. *sigh*

Last night and this morning I sent light to a dog in New Brunswick who – out of the blue – was in a lot of pain and couldn’t move well. He felt better last night, and this morning’s session was to kick what was left of it out the door. My dear friend Johanne DM’d these messages (used with her permission):

From January 31, 2022

And from this morning:

February 1, 2022

Helping animals, which I’ve been doing more of, is such a wonderful experience. I can tell when a critter is a bit hesitant to accept, sort of a ‘um, what’s going on??’ feeling in the flow, and then, it never, ever fails, after a few minutes, they whole-heartedly lean into it and let the light do its work. And then there are those who, from the first second, are all, ‘yep, bring it!!’ and the flow reacts accordingly.

It always seems to bring them a sense of calm, as well as healing. Some will fall asleep, some just chill…but they all seem to love it.

And this makes my heart happy.

With love and hope,

Pip 🌻✨

PS: if you or your critter is in need of a shift in their energy, I offer 30-minute sessions and a package deal of 3 sessions. I’d love to help!!

PPS: Just wanted to let you know that Johanne is a fabulous card reader…and painter! Check her out!

©Pip Miller – February 2022