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

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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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