Warning: contains woo woo stuff... (yup, probably more than usual).
It
often seems like life is so darn unfair; like we’re being thwarted and vexed at
every turn. But I dunno. Maybe you have
to trust that things are working out for the best, in their own weird way. Maybe we just have to be patient. Maybe everything you really need comes to you - in its own good time.
I’m
still feeling rubbish. It’s so weird
because I really truly don’t get ill normally.
Just the one cold a year to boost my immune system. But this virus thing
has been wretched – and weird. I'm saying weird too much, aren't I? And I
whined – just a little – on Twitter (before quickly deleting it). But clearly not quickly enough as lovely Nicki Hughes sent me a message
saying, simply: ‘This isn’t right. Come and have a treatment – as a treat – on me.’ And she said she’d like to do this new
healing treatment on me – so new, it barely had a name. And I said…well, what do you think I said? J
So
yesterday I drove through the wind and rain to the Levels, back to Nicki’s lovely peaceful centre. And she gave me
rose tea and looked at me and looked…worried.
‘When did this all start?’ she asked.
And I thought back and realized that, curiously, it had all kicked off
after I smashed myself on the nose with a kettlebell. ‘You should see a cranial osteopath,’ she
said, and I thought, ‘Doh, why didn’t I think of that.’ Because everything in our bodies and minds is
interconnected so if you whack one thing out of balance, everything else can go
skew-whiff. And, honestly, why else
would my eyes be permanently brimming, like I’m on the verge of tears? ‘But I can’t…y’know…’ I said and she said, ‘Yeah,
I know,’ and then said she’d do what she could.
So
there I was, lying buck naked on Nicki’s couch in her gorgeous room overlooking
the garden. Covered with a light blanket, looking like death not even vaguely warmed
up (me, not the blanket). And she started by smudging me (to
cleanse out my aura). Interestingly she
placed the smudge bowl on my abdomen and actually touched my skin with the
feather, rather than just wafting the smoke over me. And the energy started fizzing, reminding me that
I really should smudge myself more often cos it’s so easy to pick up negative
rubbish.
The
treatment itself is really unusual. The
aim is to break up and release any blockages on an emotional or energetic
level. So she handed me a couple of
quartz wands to clutch and took me on a guided journey through the chakras, placing
the relevant crystals on each chakra and getting me to visualize all the crap
being sucked out with my out-breath. Yeah,
I know – it sounds totally weirdy-beardy but, y’know, it was great.
I’m into shamanic stuff, as you know, and
this sent my bioenergy tingling all over the place. Particularly in my third eye. And that was interesting cos I figured it
would be my heart or throat which would do the fandango but no. Third eye
whizzing, pulsating, going totally bonkers, having a party all on its own.
Anyhow,
once we’d cleared the shit from the top to the bottom, she massaged me using
specific oils for each chakra and using…crystal wands. It sounds odd but it’s really very
lovely. I never did tell you about the
bamboo massage at Champneys, did I?
Well, it’s nothing like that.
Very gentle, very soothing and there’s this wonderful little click click
every time the wands meet.
Then, just when I was floating off into the ether she plugged me back to earth
with hot stones. I’ve always been less than blown away by these in the past but
as part of this treatment they worked…a treat.
And they made me realize just how cold I was. Cold to the bone. Cold to
the soul. Again. And really, I could
have stayed there all day, cuddling the ‘father’ stone – a big bruiser.
But
all good things come to an end (or so they say)... and so the SP and I said farewell to Nicki and drove back down the motorway
feeling…a bit blissed out really. By the time we got home I was totally
wiped. And so we snuggled us up by the
fire and…slept. Cos sleeping is also
healing…right?
Do
check out Nicki if you’re anywhere within kicking distance of Taunton or
Langport in Somerset. Truly – she’s
worth the trip. http://www.waysidehouse.co.uk/
