what is it with this time changing? yeah, yeah ... i grok it had something to do with the war. but, hell's teeth man the war was a really long time ago!
i have resided in the uk for nigh on five years now and i still don't 'get it'. back home we don't mess around with time!
sunday i changed all my clocks. i am the proud owner (thank you a and m) of a wall clock which receives signals from the atomic clock. this saves me the ultimate stress of having to work out whether we are going forwards or backwards in time.
did i say i changed all my clocks? whoops ... missed one! the clock on my mobile ... that would be the one i use as an alarm on the rare occasion of an occasion which requires me to be up and at 'em at a prearranged time.
i wanted to wake up at five in order to sort myself out and pack the last few items for my trip. the daughter in law is fetching me at nine to take me through to saltcoats.
'nough said ... so i woke at four this morning. no big deal ... hah!
why does it matter why do they care what dark fear haunts the minds of those who would vote 'yes' on proposition eight do they fear our love our desire to be united in the presence of man love is a gift of the spirit it wages no harm if man loves man and woman loves woman we are as blessed with this love as are you who love across the gender divide why deny us the right of citizens to pledge our troth to live, to love to grow old together equal under the law
who votes to deny equality? who dares to judge love?
one week and one day. i arrive at newark, not jfk this time around. means ... longer drive for herself to fetch me,but ... i fly straight from glasgow to newark. no hanging around at heathrow or schipohl for hours on end. direct flights ... damn, what an invention.
i am also flying on a thursday, not my usual saturday out flight. which means ... complications! my village is two and a half hours drive from glasgow airport, my flight leaves at eight, which means i had better be at the airport, present and accounted for by six in the morning. so ... would it really be possible to talk anyone into driving me to the airport if we had to leave at three thirty on a winter's morn. nope! a plan was required, i needed to leave on the thursday flight in order to be with herself on our 4th anniversary! but ... for the kid's ( my much appreciated lift to airport givers) thursday is a working/school day. difficult, so ... michelle will take me to saltcoats on the wednesday, i will sleep over with nikki, ian and co, once more ousting my sweet savannah from her bed. thursday morning, really early, before the clarion call for school and work rings out ... somebody will deliver me to the airport. not quite sure yet as to who the chosen one will be, but somebody will rise at an ungodly hour and deliver myself to where i need to be. fortunately saltcoats is only a half hours drive from the airport, but still ... i am going to owe someone ... big time!
my recently found, local reflexologist is a marvel!
not a gentle therapist, oh no ... but ... when isobel works your reflex points ...
every therapist is different, they follow their own healing path. after my first hour and a half in her zero gravity chair, i realized, ms iz does not fool around. she follows the pain path and exterminates it!
so ... no gentle hour of sweet massage and relaxation for me. she is gonna work my feet and i am gonna know it. ms iz even has a small crystal wand (hey you all ... move your minds up a level, think holistic healing!) which she uses to pursue recalcitrant reflexes.
today was my second treatment, i have already felt the benefit of the first. i enjoyed today as i knew what to expect, my body understands her touch on my feet. memories stir, emotions untwist. relax, learn to trust and allow the past to unravel... let the healing begin.
i was born in a small town, nestling at the feet of the mighty drakensberg mountains. i grew up (well mostly) in a university town in the natal midlands.
the years of my time as wife and mother ... durban ... on the indian ocean,hot, humid, palm trees, mosquitos and hot, spicy durban curry
pietermaritzburg ... sleepy hollow, a great place to live, a wonderful place to bring up your children. avocado trees, guava trees and orange trees.
johannesburg ... dry heat, harsh on your skin. big, big, blue, blue skies and electric storms so beautiful they would make your throat tight with emotion. for the mann ... career peak, success, making it in the big naartjie. for my children, the teenage years, for myself ... breast cancer, chemo, cricket and growing up.
there is more, maybe another day?
today ... a village in south ayrshire, scotland!
i stop and look back .
i wonder ...
how the dickens did i end up here?
thursday ... time to learn scottish dancing ... seven thirty in the village hall. michelle (the daughter in law) and myself have decided to attempt to conquer the intricacies of scottish dance. inspired by the ceilidh back in july, we too wish to dance the sets of reel and jig!
we wander up to the hall. the main hall is full of men! men playing carpet bowls! we obviously have the wrong time/ evening ... or something. damn! who knew there was so much going on in the village of an evening. michelle finds a side door ... voila!
there are eight of us plus a rather fearsome teacher. what can i say ... i have an authority figure complex! i spend the next hour learning to pas de basque, travelling steps, skip change, slip step and 'cast off' ... or was it 'cast out', dang, and i thought that was summat to do with knitting? scottish dancing is complicated and exhausting. the somewhat fearsome teacher spends a good deal of her time addressing me, as in ... "wrong hand, wrong foot, wrong shoulder, wrong way, faster... you are supposed to keep up with the music!"
eight thirty, coffee ...thank barnabas that is over! i relax with a strong black coffee, i allow myself a chocolate biscuit. i am bushed and glad to be going home. uhuh! that was a halfway break :-( we will dance for another hour!
will i be back next week? well ... can't use age as an excuse, the fearsome teacher is for sure older than me and most of the girls were no longer in the first fine flush of youth. can't use pain as an excuse, these girls take a pain pill for the arthritis before they start to dance. what can i say ... the scots are a hardy race!
for instance, if i think i might have broken/sprained/torn a ligament in my leg/foot/ankle. no way is any medic about to handle my legs in their natural state of porcupinal prickliness. a woman has her pride!
there are other odd occasions ... i have been known to shave my legs before a romantic assignation. i have indeed ... nothing inspires me to partake in a little razor work more than the hope of 'getting lucky'.
so why today?
last thursday, there was a knock on my door. well ... actually, somebody rang the damn bell, which let me tell you is loud enough to wake the dead! i glided down the staircase, taking care not to trip and break something. i opened the door and there was ... a stranger, to be more precise a strange woman. the shock must have registered on my face, the woman hastily stuck out her hand and introduced herself ...
"hello, i'm isobel"
afraid my face must have retained it's pallor of non recognition.
"i'm a reflexologist, i live on the other side of the village."
ahah! vague stirrings of memory ... i had heard rumours that another reflexologist had moved into the village. i had immediately dismissed the ridiculous possibility of two reflexologists in one village of six hundred people as preposterous. wrong again ... there she was, in the flesh, in my doorway.
my heart leaped, hope swirled through my being ... the words rang loud and clear in my mind ... a possibility, a chance, a hope for... reciprocal reflexology!
when i lived down south, i had my college mates, those who qualified along side me. eager to offer reciprocal reflexology. i had my reflexology college in oxford, where there was often the chance of volunteering as a guinea pig for the students. in other words, my feet and their needs were pretty well taken care of.
and then i moved to scotland! 'nuff said ... my feet and i have suffered almost two and a half years of reflexological neglect.
today, at eleven, i have an appointment. an appointment to relax for an hour, in the heaven which is reflexology!
come to think of it ... two reflexologists is a perfect number for a village of six hundred people.
home, along the way minishant, through and on i topped the hill before turnberry a place where great golfers play and rich people stay and do whatever and where she should have been she was not, gone missing rode her giant turtles and left
ms ailsa how i stretched my eyes in search of one quick glimpse but no, the craig is awol and you, sweet goddess of the rock absorbed within the distant sea mist so ,sunk my leaden heart a little more this dreary soft grey day of tear washed eyes
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