A facebook memory popped up today, and what with it being December 31st, it was a memory of a post that celebrated 2019. That was an eventful packed year, and it was lovely to reminisce on my achievements. This year feels as though I have slightly underachieved but perhaps I am being too harsh on myself.
I started 2021 taking a long hard look at myself and all things adoption. The year started well, when I found Ann Heffron’s Flourish group. How awesome was that, to participate in a group that was made up purely of adoptees? It started off well, but after 4 months, we parted ways, as I raced off into the sunset on my chariot, following a session where I apparently wasn’t liked for not going on a Thelma and Louise style journey in my head and ditching stuff that I no longer needed. I felt that I had already ditched stuff, that I had healed a lot from my adoption package, and that each question posed did not get the response that was expected. I wanted to continue to be a part of the group for the other adoptees, but honestly it was getting depressing. I can’t say I was sorry to leave, and it freed up Sunday afternoons to do other things. Along the way I had joined lots of facebook groups and read lots of blog posts on many aspects of adoption. I may dive back into that at some stage, I do still feel that I have a story to tell that I would like to get out there, but for now I remain grateful that I came across Paul Sunderland’s work, and I look forward to joining in a session in a few week’s time, that Zara Phillips has organised on “Development Trauma of Relinquishment” featuring the very lovely Paul himself.
2021 was the year that saw the decking finally finished….almost. We now have a glass balustrade round most of the sides, but we are still waiting for the handrail on the steps to go down into the garden to be fitted. It was also the year that I wrote more consistently, although daily has not happened, but there was a run of 100 days when I wrote a blog post each day. I continued to meet via zoom with my 2 buddies from the States who I met on the Hay House challenge. None of us are writing a book as I type but we are supporting each other in our chosen activities. One thing that we did agree on, i our last meeting of the year, was that New years dodn’t hold a lot of appeal to us. We all realsie the importance of NOW, that if we don’t like what we are doing, or where we are heading, then the time to change things is now, not at a magical midnight on one day of the year. Time is cyclical, seasonal. The clock rolls around, and for 1 night only the hand at midnight signifies the rolling round of a new year, but the day has exactly the same number of minutes and seconds in it as every other day and every other year. As it approaches now, in under 2 hours, I found myself alone, curled up on the sofa writing this, whilst my husband is curled up in bed suffering from a winter lurgy. It is probably the same lurgy that I have been suffering with the past week, meaning that I have failed miserably in meditating and contemplating with the chosen essential oil for this month. With the new moon coming in at 18.35 on Sunday 2nd Jan 2022 I endeavour to be more focussed. I need to be, by the time the next new moon arrives I shall have launched an online course entitled “Connecting Intimately with the Divine using Sacred and Precious Essential Oils”.
Have a Safe and Happy New Year when it arrives with you