Mother and daughter

Well last night was an interesting experience indeed.
Nine of us in the room with the 'educator', 'guide', 'mentor', whatever the term is for the young woman who put us through our paces.

Her initial talk was about dreams and what perhaps they meant to us.
She also spoke about how the metaphysical and physical world is changing right now and as a result of that our physical beings are experiencing changes both within and without. All these changes are due to planet alignment or some such thing which kind of went over the top of my head but all the same it was interesting. (You can always learn something new I believe!

We then launched into our first visualisation. The others of the group who were not virgins like myself to the experience began a chant. Twas not an ommmmmmmmm, rather a moooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaa which was interesting. I emitted a few smiles as it actually sounded quite cathartic. I was envious of not being able to emit the sounds (I was frightened I would moooooaaa off key and make everyone laugh), BUT, I did by myself today and boy did it feel good! I might add I was in the car driving to a purposeful destination at the time and others in cars would have thought I was having a stroke if they had bothered to look at me.

We then selected cards (I am still not sure of their value) that had symbols on them. We then had the task of launching into another visualisation, this time with two angels (female and male) and had to focus on the symbol. Strangely, this made me conjure up those two with wings taking me to my son which actually made me cry.
I'm not sure if that was supposed to happen, but I believe despite my bravado I am still extremely sensitive about all things Chris, despite his death occurring some six years ago, and so it was no wonder that all thoughts led to him when I was allowed the time to become introspective.

All in all, it was a good experience. I have always wanted to try meditating and plan to return when work and social events permit. The group are unobtrusive and respectful of personal space. I might add that I am the oldest in the group, going by appearances but I don't care.
I look at this as a way to help with long overdue healing, so every little bit helps!

Today, I was supposed to have lunch with a friend but I received a phone call that was to change the course of the whole day.
"Mum, I have nits" caused a whole different circumstance to happen and so, instead of housework and un-needed extra calories, I first trip-trop-trapped to the local chemist for an army of chemicals to cause the death of a few tiny insects residing in my daughters hair.

My daughter is a 24 year old child care worker, and each day this week she has told me of the children and workers at her place of employment being sent home with various stages of head lice.
Today was her turn to be told she had eggs in her head and so I received the "Can you help me please Mum?" and, to be sure, to be sure, I didn't mind in the least and so over to Edithvale I travelled armed with my weapons of egg destruction.

It actually turned out to be a great bonding day for the two of us, for, not only did I treat Mez for head lice, I also helped her strip her bed, wash her linen and clothes, then we went shopping and had some lunch. This is something we do not do very often. I am constantly amazed how my girl has changed into such a warm loving girl again. She like so many of her ilk became the teenager from hell for sometime and, up until she was 22 or so, I thought she was never going to snap out of it.
She is now the opposite of what she once was and I love her so much. At the end of the day, she even didn't want her Mummia to go home which I thought was lovely, but alas, good things have to come to an end and so I returned home to strip my own bed and do the ironing.

Some things just never change do they!