Umm, tis late courtesy of the air taxi company that is orange. Was a packed flight tonight and Hearing Dog was back on it and this time he flew at 29000ft, it was minus 42c outside and we had a 100mph headwind! No I didnt ask for this information to be shared but the first officer decided he needed to exercise his booming yet reassuring vocal chords whilst I was in the land of nod half way through the flight...
So I arrive home and my brother has started decorating to get the house in order for rent or sale whichever comes first. He had cooked an amazing dinner of special chicken and special potato and it was yum in a very special way. He has started on the children's rooms and is letting his creative flair just go for it. Em's room now has 3 differing shades of pink walls and Nath's is going green and then an element of camouflage will appear.
He asked me later if I knew whether the house was haunted, umm a slightly loaded question. My last house was for the first 2 years of living in it by a number of souls including a baby in the first year, footsteps, cold passing hands, doors opening, things disappearing or falling off shelves, voices and towards the end of my time there an old lady who went and sat on the end of Nathan's bed and he described her in detail the morning after. That all centred around the house being used as a holding area for prisoners in the time of Judge Jeffreys . When the farmhouse next door underwent renovations a year after we moved in they found cutlery, knives and bone fragments buried in the cellars and writing on the walls daring back to the same period.
But in this house, whilst it pre dates 1869 but does not go back to 1685, I have not felt anything. He said that he was sitting in the lounge last night and heard someone run the length of the landing. It is quite a long landing. Charlie my brothers spaniel went nuts as they searched the house for the source. Umm again I am going to enjoy Friday to Sunday night me thinks...
As for the cave, it was the best analogy I could come up with in a discussion this afternoon about how I was able to compartmentalise everything that I do and feel. I described it as a cave with many clefts in the rock, some deep, some shallow, some covered with small doors that locked, some covered with cobwebs. In each of these was a bit of me, from experiences, to emotions. to lessons learnt the hard and easy way, to thoughts, to actions and activities. Each has its place and no matter what you do there is always room for a little more to be placed inside the safety of the cave. Sometimes however things, incidents, people come along and stumbled across what for me has been a sanctuary where I know I can go to just be me, not judged, just me. I think that is a good thing as it makes you think about how you order your thinking, feeling, experiences and emotions. They cant always stay locked away, sometimes they need to come out to party just to remind you of who you are and the value that others place in you, be it love, friendship or just to be able to experience the wonder of you or me.
In the next 10 days I am going to be assessed for my potential. I know it is finite but I don't know in relation to the professional environment whether I have reached my ceiling. I will find out and then I will share. It will be a challenging experience I know. I have met the consultant today and I know she has sat on a train back home from Edinburgh thinking about our meeting. I know I am a loon, sometimes described as mad, and for one person I know a freak ;-). Sometimes many other things but that is when I am not around ;-D. It will be enlightening of that I am certain.
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