The eldest child made a leap for the branch, pulled himself up, and put his legs over the next branch, which he sat on. It was a beautiful, athletic movement. His father called him to come down, the parents wanted to go further in to the park. A smaller girl made a leap for the branch, and swung from it for a moment, and was called on too. Then the youngest child stood below the tree, looking up at it, touching the trunk. It was lovely: one child assured and accomplished, two children seeing the possibilities, and working on the skills.
I took the train to Vauxhall, and Jilly got on with Mixie, her tiny spaniel. The man beside me, lager can in hand, asked to stroke her, and Mixie took the attention. Changing to the Victoria line, I move rapidly, not really looking around me, and did not notice until I sat down that Jilly was in the same carriage. -May I stroke her? -Of course.
Mixie is three. Not a puppy, a small breed. She enjoys a little petting, and then comes on to my lap. Jilly checks I am OK with this, but I am flattered, delighted with the dog’s trust. “She does not do that with everyone. Some people she avoids.” Well, I am a spiritual healer, I say.
It is not a boast, it is a statement of fact. I am a beautiful and rather special person, radiant with love, and animals can notice such things. I did not say this at the time, I am just saying it to you now, again not a boast. It has been quite a stunning 24 hours, still percolating through me.
The train jerks a bit, stopping in the tunnel twice, and I take care to support Mixie. She is wonderful. Jilly had a bad flu, and felt Mixie was looking after her. It is wonderful to be so welcomed on coming home. She often goes to sleep stroking Mixie, who relaxes her so. Do you have a dog? No, I would not want to leave it alone going out to work. Jilly has a dog walker look after her for a few hours each day. Of course I have heard of this, but- Child-care for dogs! Who would have thought it?
Jilly has signed up for a Reiki course, and asks how I got into it.
-I felt it was a Calling. But it has been quite hard accepting it. I find it hard to accept anything which I cannot explain rationally, and chakras have no relation to anything anatomical, the energy may only be felt and not detected.
-That is a very male way of looking at it.
-Well, I am both, though much happier expressing myself female. Oh! It is St Pancras! I get off hurriedly, wishing her well, and walk through the corridor smiling at thoughts, talking to myself:
I accept and celebrate my vulnerability
I accept and celebrate my intensity
I accept and celebrate my mercurial emotions.
At St Pancras, I did not get a chance to play the piano- and recognised I Giorni, Einaudi, as I went up the escalator. On the train, the man opposite takes his glasses apart, and drops them round his neck. They fasten with a magnet above the nose.
-Oh wow, I have never seen glasses like that!
He has lost glasses before, but never lost a pair like this. They look a bit strange.
-Mmm. It is unnecessary, and just Better.
This is my 400th post.