water and bubbles

I got a four day pass to a gym the other day and have been reveling in luxuries hitherto unknown. This place has everything… It has a gym upstairs and a climbing wall and downstairs it has a sea water pool with little jacuzzi seats for differant parts of your back and a stream to buffet the back of your neck and head. It has a steam room and a sauna and a small plunge pool of cold water to wake you up and revitalise you.

I know I am sounding like an advetisement but I have been meaning to join a gym for ages and now I am totally enthused to find some place like this when I return to mexico. There has to be fancy super posh gym somewhere in chihuahua to swim and soak and use the gear.

Water is just amazing. It feels like even my bones are clean and refreshed coming out of those places. My energy is squeaky clean and shiny now. A bath is good but doesn’t really hold a candle to a real spa experience.

This has been around for centuries too, the romans did it, the moroccans had their bath houses, the indians. Every sane sensible civilisation in history has had its bath houses to soak and wallow in misty aromatic clouds of steam. I think when I get my own house I will build a steam room and build a walk in bath. Feed it from a local hot spring (which I have just now decided has to be on the land of the house we get) and spend at least an hour a day there.

ps, the spa is the westwood in sandymount…

and the rain…

…it raineth every day

so goes the old song. I know a lot of folk songs that have the word rain in them, I wonder why?

I have been thinking to myself that it would be nicer to be more feminine. Wear pretty clothes and nice shoes and be more elegant. Not to attract men, though I am sure Paul will be pleased but to feel good about myself. I am, and always have been a tomboy. I was the first one up the tree, the first one down the hill on the dodgy bike, I put on a dress and then look in the mirror, think for a second, take it off and put on the jeans. phew, safe again.I get tired sometimes though of the baggy sweats and the jeans and the practical but nice tops and shirts I have. I do have some really nice clothes but they hang waiting for the excuse to wear them.

Its only in recent years I could wear tight clothes, when I was younger I wore huge voluminous dresses and flowing tops and skirts over jeans so my ass wasn’t in view. I am ok about that now but I still am aware of it.

Part of my problem I reckon is the weather. In ireland it is cold and rainy and there are very few days where it is warm enough to venture out in t shirts and short skirts. I like being warm, I like being comfortable and there is no way on earth I am ever ever going outside my front door on a cold december night in a short skirt and heels just to look good in the pub. Not going to  happen.

So, i look out my window at the rain and I wonder is it possible to buy really warm wooly tights to wear under a skirt so i can look more feminine and still be warm. Can I get cool boots with felt lining to keep my tootsies nice and cosy and do I dare go outside without my insulated hat and leave the body warmer with the really nice hood at home.

somethings an airports needs

I am sitting in Houston airport waiting the endless wait for the next flight. I spend quite a lot of time hanging round airports waiting for the next flight. Suppose it’s a metaphor for life or something. Periods of movement separated by waiting for the next stage of the journey.

Anyway there are lots of useful things at airports designed to amuse the traveler and provide traveling comforts, things like charging stations for laptops and mobiles, areas of WIFI (not free of course) restaurants of varying quality, massage chairs for back and neck, duty free (good for at least an hour of aimless window shopping), bars for the occasional beer and so on and so forth.

There are a few things that are missing though

A bathroom with a bath or even just a shower that you can go and get clean. A seaweed bath would be ab fab.

Sleeping benches that could be rented for a few hours. You get a locker to put your stuff in to keep it safe and off you go. Kind of like the mini hotel rooms they have in japan.

Reiki or acupuncture

Televisions to watch shows, you buy credit and then get to choose what you want to watch.

I can’t think of anymore right now, anyone else?

I could really do with that bath right now… imagine having a seaweed bath during your four hour stopover after eight hours already travelling? How amazing would that be?

where do all the new people come from?

here’s a question? if the whole scientific phrase is right ‘energy cannot be created or destroyed’ then where do all the new people come from?

this question stopped me in my tracks a day ago. Since then I have been pondering on the interconnectedness of our life on this earth. That we are all made from the same stuff, me, you, spiders, rocks, this computer. We drink the water and eat the plants and turn it into us. The plants drink the water and absord the minerals in the dirt and turn it into more plants. What is the differance between growth and not growth is light. The light fuels it all to grow, to reproduce to become endless fractals of cells reproducing and shifting shapes to become life.

Inside every cell is a mini sun fueling it all and taking energy from the light outside and really at the end of the day the propulsion to grow and be alive cannot be pinned down on a slide under a microscope or explained adequately with theories or words. That’s the mysterious side of life, the place where the mind cannot go, cannot understand or explain. Without it nothing would change or move, no endless variations of movement and living things, including ourselves.

Cool huh?

make a wish

Happy christmas day! eat too much, lie around, cheat at pictionary, watch the bad old timer movie, shuffle through wrapping paper and collapsed children worn down from excitement and uncle paul winding them up with the nerf guns, probably one or two sent to their room in tears for a little time out and a calm down.

My family has only one still not even a year old to contend with, we are quite boring on christmas day, we lie around and read or pick endlessly at the food. This year with pauls family I have entered the kids zone again. There seem to be endless children of all ages.

Ok so now make a wish…. this is christmas present to anyone reading this post (and it doesn’t have to be christmas day you are reading it either). Get piece of paper, write your wish down and then roll it up real small and burn it.

two guidelines to follow

happy language, no negative words whatsoever, so no I don’t want this (Fear, poverty, anger, addiction, etc) anymore, have to phrase it in a positive way.

don’t let your mind tell you whatever you are wishing for is impossible, make the wish, what ever your heart desires, and then let the universe worry about how to get it to you.

happy wishing!  x cliodhna

the two pictures are from a while ago from a story called ‘Crow Makes a Wish’ Crow inserts a wish between sea and sky. A wish for companionship, an equal, his opposite. The second one is when blue baby arrives on the sea shore. It has a memory of wings and rain and salt water.

a white christmas

I am sitting in montana in snow country for my first White christmas ever! Its so cold here, a big drop from Chihuahua where when the sun was out it could actually be hot and then at night it got a bit nippy. There is a big mountain straight out the back window and the snow flakes are gently gliding their way downwards. I bought a North face coat yesterday, the big buy of the year, I have wanted one for a couple of years now so took the plunge and went for it. It was expensive but it is an investment, I have found in the past that sometimes its worth it to buy something expensive that is well made and actually works. Years later I expect I will still be wearing this coat and still be warm and cozy. I feel the cold and I am tired of coats that look amazing but when you go outside you are still cold.

In about two hours my boyfriends daughter is going to take us up in her helicopter. She is training to be a helicopter pilot and I think that is the coolest thing ever. I always wanted to do something like that but just never really went for it and now she is totally intent on this. She has found her passion and she is focused and happy and going for it. Working her brain too, studying flight trajectories and weight versus fuel ratio and lift and all sorts. Good for her.

What else, it seems a while since I have actually sat down and wrote something. Oh yes Ariana and iron man. Ariana is at a wonderful age of three years and is adorable, she is obsessed by Iron man and Paul got her an iron man costume and play figure. Its wonderful being around small kids, even on the flight over here there were a few really cute children on the flight and it surprised me that they were on quite happy and cheerful and only cried when we were landing and the air pressure started making our ears hurt. It makes me broody actually, I want one of my own. Sitting at three in the morning stuck in seattle airport watching people go by and being at one with the universe and all I saw a woman pass with a child about that age, a girl. There was a man sitting opposite with a tired stressed look on his face (weather was delaying and cancelling loads of flights so there were a lot of strays lying on floors and wandering around with lost looks) and when the woman passed the girl waved at him and then blew him a kiss. It was so beautiful, his face lit up and he waved back at her and when she had passed and gone with her mother he was still smiling. It was a gift of innocent love and it changed everything around it.

That’s the lesson from children this age, how to be innocent and open and see love everywhere and have it reflected back to us, before we teach them to be afraid of strangers and instill them with our fear of what might happen if they live that way always. I don´t have children but even so I can feel the struggle I would have between wanting to teach them how to be careful about the world and be wary of strangers because I know they would cheerfully wander off with anyone and then not wanting to spoil that wonderful innocence and love.

On the flip side of that Ariana woke us up this morning screaming her head off and when I asked Rachel later what had happened she said she (Rachel) got out of bed and Ariana wanted her to stay there longer! That is the other lesson for me from this age, that the world doesn’t comply to my wants, it doesn’t stop turning just because I say so. My mother is not attached to me by a remote control held in my hands and she has a will of her own. I suppose there must have been fear in this realization (I don’t remember but I am guessing) that I didn’t control my surroundings. How was I to make sure I had enough of everything if I wasn’t in control? I guess at this point in where the manipulation starts, who do I have to be to get what I (think I) need to survive?

It is this manipulation I am picking through now 36 years later. What agreements did I make with myself then that don’t serve me now? To not manipulate and control my world brought huge fear and a feeling of panic and resentment. Everyone else was doing it, if I didn’t I would get left behind and ignored. Scream for attention in any way I could. I am learning to see it and I have ditched a lot of it and it gets easier as it goes along.

the stars

I got quite hippied out by the stars last night. First I started looking at the constellations, Scorpio, Libra, Orion the hunter, the tiny little dipper beside that triangle that has a red star in it. I suppose I can look them up on goggle later, I think one of those two constellations are the Pleiades with the Dog Star. Then I realized with a shock I couldn’t remember the star sign after Leo, earth, ruled by mercury, like forgetting the name of an old friend.

So I meandered like this for a few minutes then I really started looking at them. The stars, like our sun but so far away, (or maybe not, I have always wondered that maybe distances in space are also the product of our mind, things are as far away as we think they are) and I got a shiver down my spine. There are so many of them and so many more we cannot see and they hold their own space. They are kind of impossible in my head, where do they come from? Points of awareness. Maybe all our search for star people is because each star holds its own life like our sun holds this earth.

We occupy this earth round our sun and it is so fragile and we are doing our best to upset the balance and in our own little lives we forget to look up at the stars and look down at the ground beneath our feet and see it for what it is; a miracle, impossible, awe inspiring. Even scientists admit there comes to a point in their splitting the atom and the quark and the whatever down further and further that they are stumped, they don’t know what makes life tick. They will never find it; it is like cutting a brain up to find a thought or cutting a word up to find the meaning.

and its ‘virgo’,  I had to go look it up…