Retreats… Land Rovers… and Water Water Water!

Recently in the Alpujarras

“Oh my God she’s here!” 
“She’s finally here!

“Seanin!!!”
“OMGOMGOMG!!!”

Not how your average 52 year old behaves…  waving madly and jumping up and down in Malaga airport arrivals… but sod that… this was a life changing moment!

Yup… that was all my over excited brain could think of when this gorgeous young woman appeared through arrivals with one arm flung up in the air in greeting and the other dragging her bulging wheelie bag behind her.  Wow.  It was a mad, blissful moment meeting my co-creative, cosmic channelling, wild and free ‘sister’ Seanin Banrion for the first time… and kind of ironic that we were only actually meeting a couple of days before running our first Open Your Cosmic Heart retreat together.

But that’s kind of the way the Universal magic rolls… you know everything is in alignment when there is an ease and flow and FUN….we had met online through a mutual friend and the superglue had instantly set through the ether, through the internet and through our hearts. 

And I couldn’t wait to introduce Seanin to the Alpujarra mountains.  I had a feeling she would fall in love with them as much as I had the first time me and My Gorgeous Man came here in search of ‘home’ 2 years ago.

And I was right!

 

It was love at first sight… and from then on in… the magic just kept building.  And I was officially christened the Wuwu-GIJane…. something to do with the strength needed for off-grid life and little ole me driving our big old Land Rover around the rugged mountains… but also of being a bit of a titch when it comes to my height.  I almost need a step up to get in.  Can’t believe I’ve just admitted that.  Hey Ho.

So.. running retreats is my thing.  And it is one of the building blocks for our life here in Spain… but nothing prepared me for the life changing awesomeness of the week ahead with Seanin.

 

Open Your Cosmic Heart Retreat March 2019

 

Under the eves of Dragon Mountain, rays of sunlight focused on our guests as they processed, pondered, laughed, relaxed and set their hearts free while the river ran wild below… deep, deep healing… release and transformation… laughter… laughter… and oh my goodness I don’t think I’ve ever laughed so much… instant sisterhood with the amazing women that travelled from the USA and UK to be with us… purple flowers that matched my hair… dark rain clouds… vegan chocolate balls…. yup… those chocolate balls… sacred space in the yurt shared with wild vocal gecchos… ridiculous conversations… powerful conversations… secret words, emotions and visions shared with love and relief… sofas pulled round the wood burning stove at night as conversations burnt into the midnight oil… channellings that blew our minds and hearts wide open… heart wisdom that defied logic… insights, guidance & pure blissful presence… Oh no! Rain… no outdoor yoga… but more time for chocolate balls and heart chats… space… stillness… peace… love… light language songs… inter galactic conversations… miraculous… wondrous… WTF!…. magic happens when we allow and step aside… selfies into the sun… icy river water and wild winds… chefs creating culinary vegan miracles and joining in with the fun and wuwu… candles flickering in the night… sisterhood… no holds barred… all is welcome… all is loved… all is freed… all is healed… all is set free… the newly painted pink pool… views that defied our human eyes… inner transformations that set our ‘human’ free to be ALL that we are and more… laughter… support… deep peaceful sleep… gifts of oils, rings, crystals and more love… crown of flowers… our lives were changed forever… and the love remains…

 

It was hard to come back to ‘earth’ and real life after being cocooned in sacred retreat bliss… but come back we did… aided by a day of horizontal “Oh my God we did it rest’ followed by an utterly impromptu mad day out fuelled by celebratory bubbles on our roof… local wine and ‘patatas a los pobres’ in Pampaneira, beer and buñuelo donuts at our favourite local.  My Gorgeous Man got an insight into what sisterhood really means that day… and a gold medal for his infinite patience at our wild rebellious visionary conversations and wuwu worlds…  he bravely interjected sensible reminders that perhaps we’d had enough when clearly we had, but didn’t care a jot.  Tomorrow would take care of itself.  And that’s when we were very, very, very grateful for the healing chemical gift of Berocca. 

 

 

Life is for living… and Seanin and I are like etheric stardust twins… breathing, living and leading our lives from our hearts… it’s called true freedom… or in other words, just being yourself no matter what anyone else thinks!

So, back on planet earth, April was a month of grey skies and the gift of rain… it was also a month where our water supply from the acequia was flowing in non stop full force.  This meant that My Gorgeous Man got to be super creative with water management for the citrus trees right down at the bottom of our land… and we honed the art of taking our weekly 1hr supply in the black of 10pm.   We also learnt that our neighbours all start to go a bit water mad. 

Further up the mountain one of them had blocked off the flow illegally to fill his own deposit… another turned up with his dog in the middle of the night clapping his hands and suddenly appearing out of the black just below the house… then leaping up the terrace towards us with a torrent of incomprehensible Andalucian Spanish.  To this day we haven’t got a clue what he was saying… apart from it being about water.  Sigh. 

 

There was also a very memorable not so great morning of water flooding and gushing down the hill opposite us… right onto My Gorgeous Man’s newly dug and proudly planted vegetable patch.  Tomatoes, broccoli and peppers no less. 

 

 

Pretty rotten timing actually, mostly because MGM was suffering from a bout of food poisoning and not in the best space.  But, out onto the land we dragged ourselves none the less… still in PJs… and MGM tried to divert the wall of water away from the quickly drowning vegetable patch.  The situation wasn’t helped by the discovery that the flood was coming from the back of the neighbour’s overflowing natural water deposit (alberca) … this being the one who had illegally damned the acequia in the first place to take his own fill.  Add in the heavy stormy rains and it had all been too much for that naturally dug storage.

 

Breathe.

I chose to see it as an added bonus of free water into an area that doesn’t normally get water and just one of those things. It could have been a whole lot worse.  Poor MGM took it personally and rallied against the injustices of people just doing whatever they wanted and not caring about consequences.  It took a while for us to recover from that one.  Days, actually.  It was a subject that couldn’t be mentioned.  And as for the vegetable patch.  We think the broccoli has survived… the tomatoes are yet to prove themselves, but we haven’t given up hope yet.

We also had an impromptu visit from ‘King’ Santi,  the Big Man himself.  Remember… he was the neighbour from down the mountain that came and kidnapped MGM and then ordered us down to his house and got us wonderfully drunk?!  He turned up on our track, along with his wife, 4 dogs and a very big looking hoe, saying that he was coming for his water because it hadn’t arrived down in his area of the mountain.  I was secretly relieved that I was heading off and not going to be involved in any translation of potential ‘water wars’.  Turned out he charged up to the crest of the hill and just pulled down the ‘naughty neighbours’ illegal damn and went home very happy.  He also praised My Gorgeous Man for how great our land looks now.  That was a proud moment.  A moment of being accepted and acknowledged for not being another tourist, playing at living in Spain.

And at least he knew that we weren’t the ones f-ing up his water supply!

Phew.  Really wouldn’t want to get on the wrong side of King Santi.

We also now fully understand why Land Rover’s famous saying

“Land Rover… making mechanics out of owners for 70 years”
… is such a true statement.

Because the 21 year old Land Rover that we’d been able to invest in, thanks to MGM’s torturous working stint in Dubai over Christmas… was turning into a step by step mechanical rebuild.   We’d invested in the Land Rover because Jimmy, our 4×4 Kangoo, was basically falling apart. Every time it drove the 2.5km of our rough mountain track … it continued to need a whole lot of unexpected TLC and expensive sticking back together again.

So, in the 3 months that we’ve had the Landy (that’s what they’re called when you’re in the know, you know) she’s had new disks and brakes… fuel pump replaced… power steering alternator done… various coolant and oil leaks plugged … side view mirror that was knocked out by tough almond branches on our track, was gaffer taped back in and eventually officially secured… replacement rear lenses so we don’t get stopped by the local police… timing belt replaced… and yet… we still LOVE her! 

Yes, she’s a SHE and she’s been christened Khaleesi of Game of Thrones fame.  OMG… I love Khaleesi!  We are now total converts and part of the Land Rover ‘cult.’  She is THE business and I can’t believe the difference in driving our track in her… no more bone shaking, breath holding or praying to make it home in one piece.

And MGM no longer just drops Khaleesi off at Lee’s, the mechanic up in Bayacas.  There’s been some Landy ‘boy bonding’ going on as My Gorgeous Man stays and learns and get’s put to work to help the repair…  and together they build Land Rovers in their minds that I couldn’t even dream of.  Last time, MGM got home at 1.30am… I’m not sure if I should be worried.  If any Landy widows are out there… perhaps we could set up a support group?!

Meanwhile it took three attempts for Jimmy the Kangoo to pass his legal roadworthy test.. and we failed miserably to sell him on.  So he stayed. And remains part of this crazy family  and our back up for if,  but more likely when, Khaleesi needs off-road attention.

“But what about Sir Maxelot?”  I hear his worldwide fans asking! 

Well… this special soul has been through a bit of a dip but he’s doing well.  He spends most of his days asleep and he’s developed an unsociable habit of wanting to go out in the middle of the night around 3am.  He comes up to the side of the bed (luckily MGM’s side) and huffs and puffs until we get the message that it’s time we escorted him round a couple of terraces.  When you all live in one room… there’s no escaping each other!  So my hero man, has been going for mid night wanders, half asleep while Sir Maxelot gets increasingly excited by the smell of Mrs Fox being invisibly somewhere around. He’s one very special dog… the cruelty of his racing background is the reason for his emotional challenges, dips and grumps… and all we can do is give him more love and more importantly, lots of space and quiet…  and we’re here for him when he wants us!  What a boy… what a boy.  What a prince. 💜

 

 

So, as the summer sun begins to strengthen and I get back into the swing of regularly blogging our Namaste This adventures… I’ll leave you with the amazing lenticular clouds that form over the mountains when the windy conditions are in perfect alignment…

 

and the stunning rainbow that formed right in front of our wee house… just when we needed a reminder that everything was going to be ok… especially when the Khaleesi’s documents still hadn’t arrived back from ‘Traffico’ and my Spanish driving license seems to have fallen into the bottomless pit of thousands of expats racing for full residency status thanks to the farce, otherwise known as Brexit.

 

But the absolute frikking miracle of all miracles is…
that we now have…
wait for it…
unlimited internet!

 

YA BEAUUUUUTAY!! 

Yes… this little dish has changed our lives… it’s the only one that could just get enough of the signal from Lanjarón masts… so we can now surf, stream, download, upload, join online events and basically do all things internety without racking up hugely scary monthly data bills. 

Life changing.  Miraculous. 

Thank you Universe! 

And also thank you Sarah Griffiths, The Wheelie Momma for helping us manifest it!

 

So that’s it for now! 

Hasta Luego my lovely friends… see you all again soon!

Love

 

 

 

 

COME AND JOIN OUR NEXT
OPEN YOUR COSMIC HEART RETREAT
Friday 18th October – Monday 21st October 2019


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Giant Toads, Microphones, LOVE and the Lost Blog

If you follow my Namaste This Blog Facebook page, you’ll know that there’s been a bit of a blog hiccup and mystery.  A complete and utter mystery that hasn’t been solved… resolved… understood… or even fully accepted.  It’s been a while since I posted a full blog, because somehow… the 2500 words that I’d been writing and editing for well over a week… simply disappeared.  In fact it’s worse than that.  I’d finished it at midnight with a satisfied sigh… thought about copying and pasting it into the webpage, ready to format in the morning… but I was so tired, I thought… “Nah… just stop now Sally and come back to it when you’re fresh.”  So I closed my laptop and quickly fell in a deep sleep.

In the morning… I had to do a quick reboot and the blog has never reappeared.  WTF?  I’d been in and out of that document so many times.  Yes, it had been titled and saved.  Nope, I don’t use the Cloud but now wish I did.  And My Gorgeous Man spent a whole day trying to find the impossible.

Namaste This being written on the roof with our stunning view...
Bragging on the Namaste This Blog Facebook page that I was about to publish…

It had quite simply… Vanished. It was Gone.  And it was Nowhere to be found.

But…. HOW????

I’ll admit that I was gutted… and it’s taken me a good week to build up the energy to start afresh.  I love writing these blogs… I really do… but I’ll openly admit that the effects of the menopause are totally dicking about with my energy levels and whereas I could go on the laptop and feel inspired and be creatively all fired up and sharing all day… and see reflexology clients… and be online for my Channelling Love clients… and live my life… I’m having to accept that I can’t do all of it, all the time, anymore.  My energy is more of a damp squib than a jet fuelled rocket.  It’s become a huge lesson of self acceptance and allowing.  I don’t actually mind about my age… to me, my age is just a number  that certainly doesn’t reflect how I feel inside… and it certainly doesn’t define me… but what my body is experiencing through this period of change… is real and tangible… and admittedly a bit of a shock.

Anyhoo… that frikking document still hasn’t been found.  So I’m letting it go… and starting anew.

So… what’s been going on in the Alpujarras recently?  Well, it’s been all about the Alpujarra!

My Gorgeous Man and I handed over our official complaints to the council against the proposed giant electricity highway and pylons through the Alpujarras,  just before the 7th March 2019 deadline… and it was like a weight was lifted off us.  If you’ve missed that story… head back to my blog ‘Say YES to the Alpujarra and No to Pylons’ as our local community discovered plans that meant that up to an 80m pylon could be built just 250m from our magical wee hoose… not on our land… but looming over us, all the same. 

There’s been an immense and still growing movement called ‘Dí No A Las Torres/ Say No to the Towers’ to protest against it in all ways that we can… and to be honest, the whole situation has been over ruling and over shadowing our life since we found out about it, a couple of months ago.

But there have been some amazing synchronicities to come out of it too… one of which, as you know, led me to creating the ‘Say YES to the Alpujarra and Mother Earth’ global healing event.  Just like our move to Spain, which spiralled through inexplicable miracles… so my local healing meditation to support the Alpujarra through love,  grew into a global healing… which took place on Saturday 2nd March 2019.

And what a build up there was to that! 

Me and Birgit Morayma Harp!
Me and Birgit Morayma Harp!

Birgit Morayma Harp, my dear friend, fellow healer and co-host of ‘Say YES,’ and I created the Facebook event… we shared it, shared it and shared it some more… we asked people who felt the call,  to also share it… I made flyers, printed them up and put them in our car and around town… which truth be told, I found hugely challenging to my unknown shy and hermit type nature.  It’s funny how I can livestream out to the world no problem… but to be seen putting up flyers in cafes and local noticeboards, really triggered my old patterns of not wanting to get in ‘trouble’ or create a scene.  This whole process has been such a personal learning curve and I’m so grateful for all the triggers, challenges and gifts that have come through it.

Share! Share! Share! And Say YES to the Alpujarra and Mother Earth!

There’ve also been some darkly amusing, and ‘non spiritual’ moments behind the scenes too.

Birgit and I had soon realised that we would need a microphone in case a whole load of people turned up.  So our next step was to find one.  “Aha!  What about Matt Blackie?  He’s an amazing sound technician, music creator, mixer, producer, techie understander and fixer and all round great guy… maybe he’ll lend us one?”

His answer was “Absolutely!”

My answer was “YAY!” 

The flow was flowing!

I was also delighted to be invited to appear on the amazing Martin McNicholl’s livestream show to talk about ‘Say YES’ and to share an impromptu healing for Gaia.  Martin has a huge worldwide following and it was great to spread awareness of what’s happening here, receive even more support for the actual healing event…. and share some fun and LOVE!

It was a couple of days later though when My ever practical Gorgeous Man burst my fragile little bubble a bit when he asked how we were going to power the microphone and amplifier.

Oh.

Bugger.

The irony of needing electricity to run the microphone when we were effectively protesting (through LOVE) against an electricity highway, wasn’t lost on us.  And just to clarify… this highway isn’t bringing any electricity into the Alpujarras… it’s taking the power from Morocco to France.  It’s a pure money making fest for the private Spanish electricity company REE. 

Take a deep breath Sally… 
Say no more. 
And breathe again. 
Share LOVE not anger!

So, even with a microphone and amplifier, we still had to get creative.  The area down by the Rio Guadelfeo river at the Seven Eye Bridge that we’d chosen, didn’t have any nearby houses or plug in possibilities because Birgit and I had wanted to be in nature as much as possible… and yet still be easily accessible to people coming from Órgiva.

Now, because our wee hoose is off-grid and we have solar power… that also means we have a back up generator… and it’s portable… so we knew we could use that.  But the thing is, it makes a hell of a noise.  Just think of fairground rides and all those motors running in the background.  That’s what it sounds like.  So it wasn’t really supportive of a peaceful, meditative, healing event…. all the love vibes, and sounds of nature would be drowned out and nerves would most definitely be set a jangling by the rough engine noise, probably also accompanied by fumes of its fuelling petrol wafting on by.

So… what about extension cables?  How much would we need to not hear the generator?  A LOT.  We only have short domestic ones… Birgit had a 20m one and a 10m one… but who would have longer extension cables?  Why… Bernard our dear friend at The Orgiva Tea Gardens, of course!  We reached out to him and hey presto, he lent us two 50m cable drums with plugs!  YAY!

This is one of the really wonderful things we LOVE about living here.  There is a real sense of community… people help each other out!

But would 100 meters be enough?  Well, the only way was to experiment.  Once we got the cables home, we plugged them into our generator by the hoose and we started unrolling them.  Unrolling them.  And unrolling them.  Up along our track.  And up round the big corner towards what we call our giant whispering pine tree… and I finally felt the pull of it coming to its end. 

Then things just got plain weird.

I plugged my hairdryer in.  

It was the only way to test the strength of power, against the only appliance that still trips our whole solar power system.  If the generator could support running my hairdryer, then it could support the microphone that we couldn’t pick up till the day before the event.  And as MGM likes to have everything planned, aligned and sorted, it was my hairdryer that got put to work.

It was a bizarre moment when the generator was powered up… and my hairdryer roared into action, outside and half way up the mountain.  But it was also a moment of relief… because not only did it keep on blowing, but the noise of the generator was obviously somewhat dulled by going round the corner and it wasn’t too bad at all.  MGM and I confirmed the fairly positive results through WhatsApp as we couldn’t see each other round the corner and standing next to the generator he couldn’t hear a thing anyway.  We heaved another joint sigh of relief and then packed up our successful little trial.

Being the super duper tech manager and hero that My Gorgeous Man is…  more planning was still needed.  MGM wanted to see where Birgit and I had chosen to hold the healing meditation and see where he could actually park up the car with the generator… and if the 100m extension would be enough distance to not hear it in those surroundings.  So the afternoon before the event, we drove down to the river and tried out… and paced out… and did a lot of “What about this… and what about that… and what if this… and what if that…”  We eventually decided that using the actual bridge wall as a buffer would be pretty damn perfect… and so that turned into our Plan A. 

Job done.

The magical spot for Say YES to the Alpujarra and Mother Earth!
The magical spot for Say YES to the Alpujarra and Mother Earth!

It was while we were still standing on the little river island which Birgit and I had chosen as our spot for the gathering, that My Gorgeous Man started spluttering in excitement saying “Look!  Look!  LOOOOOK!!!!”  waving and pointing and gesticulating across to the other side of the river.  And as I turned round… 

The Universe sent us a sign!

Four wild boar were running along the river bank with their tails straight up in the air!  We couldn’t believe our eyes!  The only boar I’ve seen here was in the black of night when it gave me a heart attack running across the road in front of me as I drove back from dropping MGM off at Malaga airport.  You never see wild boar during the day… and as far as I know… to see four at once was even more rare.

It felt like a miracle!

When we got home, I went straight in to google the spiritual symbology of the wild boar… and I was amazed…  its primary meaning is COURAGE. 

And it couldn’t have been more apt!

I felt like the Universe was saying… “Stay strong!  Stand Strong!  Be Brave!  Keep Going!  Hold your Power Against the Pylons”… and… “You’re doing the right thing holding ‘Say YES to the Alpujarras and Mother Earth’ despite your nerves.”  I had nerves because I had been on the receiving end of some critical comments, that I’d let get under my skin the week before. 

But in that moment, I felt hugged and reassured. 

THANK YOU UNIVERSE!

So, Saturday 2nd March,  finally dawned for ‘Say YES!’  which you may have noticed that I’ve now shortened to make my typing, and your reading, easier.  I had massive butterflies… wavering between excitement and terror which I found rather strange because I have happily channelled live and in person for an audience of over 100 people before… so why was I nervous this time?  Don’t know… so, I had to just let it be and let it go.

MGM and I went down to the river early, to make sure there were no last minute panics.  Which is just as well, because… you guessed it, there were!

First point being that an old boy had set himself up just where we were going to park the car and generator.  Plan A was binned before we even started.  So a new position in the opposite direction had to be experimented on… which meant I lost time in my energy preparation and composure building.  Then, in the laying out of the cables and stretching them over the tiny stream inlet to get to the perfect island spot that we had chosen… the cables somehow got completely and utterly tangled up.  This too is a mystery as to how that happened.  I could sense and feel the pressure rising in MGM’s veins.  And the more he tried to untangle the mess… the more tangled it got.  I had to walk away and ‘go Zen.’  Unfortunately, ‘Going Zen,’ in that moment didn’t help because I missed the cable drum slipping down the little slope and into the water.  And yes… the plugs in the drum got wet.  Panicked shouting filtered through the calming music in my headphones and I was brought into slow motion action trying to pull the drum out of the water without drowning and filling my favourite fleecy boots.  Now steam was most definitely coming out of MGM’s ears. 

“It won’t work now!!!!”  Cue rapid shaking, more shaking, hitting, rubbing it over the grass and laying the drum out with its plugs facing up to the sun to dry.  

My only response was to completely try and disengage from the whole drama and say “Well, if it doesn’t work it doesn’t work.  There’s nothing we can do about it.” … while inside I my stress levels were being majorly triggered.

I sent a silent, and very unspiritual prayer up to the Universe to get it sorted. 
As in NOW.

As I sent up my fervent prayer…  Birgit arrived… and we hugged and set about focusing on setting up our space and getting into the zone.

We set up my phone for the livestream… an altar for people to place their stones, flowers and objects from their homes and land… and basically handed over to the Universe.  Did we know how many people would turn up?  Not a clue!  Did we know how it would actually unfold?  No!  Did we know that following the Universal prompts to share this healing for the Alpujarras through LOVE was absolutely the right thing to do?  YES!!

And did the full length of cables work?  YES!!!  Of course they did!  And we couldn’t even hear the generator from the new, perfect spot that the Universe had pushed us into using.

You see!  The Universe always knows best! Trust!

MGM had quickly regained his composure and peace reigned… he was standing up by the small road, waiting for our signal to turn the generator on, which he would run along to further down the road, so we could turn the microphone on and start… but we were slightly delayed by a friend driving by who stopped by MGM, wound the window down for what felt like some lengthy man chats… so MGM couldn’t actually see us waving at him!  But this did create more time for more people to arrive… so everything was in complete Divine order… again!

Beautiful souls, gathering in LOVE!

Birgit made the introductions in Spanish and English and then I shared the healing in English.  We had received some criticism that I wasn’t sharing in Spanish too.  I get it, I totally get it… but while I do speak Spanish (and am fluent in Portuguese and I trained to interpreter level many years ago in French and Italian… yup, my ego just had to share that!) … I am not yet confident enough to lead a healing, without my Spanish becoming a distraction rather than enhancement.  

My heartfelt intent was that the healing, working through the energy of LOVE, would unite us and take us beyond words… and also on a more practical level, Órgiva and the Alpujarras are home to such an international community, English is already widely used. I have taken the criticism onboard and private lessons have been arranged.

I’ll let the video of ‘Say YES’ speak for itself…

We were delighted that around 35 lovely souls joined us… and through the livestream we had many more joining from their corners of the world.  The healing to raise the vibration of the Alpujarras and protect it from the lower, heavier energy around the pylons, had grown into a web of light, anchoring more love into all those different countries.  We had participants in New Zealand, Australia, USA, Canada, UK, Ireland, Netherlands, Sweden, Denmark, Germany, Belguim, Fiji, Hong Kong, Spain, France and more!

The power of LOVE is magnified through unity… LOVE is the energy force that heals, clears, dissolves, unblocks, enlightens, awakens, transforms, shifts and ‘all things positive’…. and this is how we can heal, protect and help our beautiful Mother Earth against the many challenges she is facing just now.

I got some lovely messages afterwards to say how much they felt the energy and healing… and for this, we were truly touched.  What had surprised me though, was that the galactic collective that works through me, hadn’t stayed as long as normal, and I hadn’t felt them as strongly as I normally feel them.   But funnily enough, only about 10 minutes after we’d finished, a family and kids arrived to play by the river… it’s a very popular spot… rapidly followed by the local shepherd along with his flock of sheep and pack of dogs!  If this had happened during the healing, then it would have all have become very ‘interesting’ indeed!

Sheep!

We did nonetheless enjoy the unexpected spectacle of the wandering flock, and laughed at the randomness and unpredictable flow of life in the Alpujarra… and we gave loads of love to the giant mastiff dogs!

As a healer who works a lot with animals Birgit’s energy always calls them in!

So again… everything had been in Divine Order even if my mind had doubted! 

MGM was a whizz at tidying up while Birgit and I chatted to those that had joined us, and before we knew it, we’d packed up and driven up to what’s called ‘Bottom Camping’ and were knocking back a naughty glass of coke.  Well, I drank the coke, Birgit drank a tonic… and MGM did 2 bottles of coke… and we all dove into a ‘come down’ carb fest of a lunch, before heading our separate ways home.

WOW.  We’d done it!  

Once home, I promptly fell asleep.

The next day I was ‘duvet day’ bound… I felt wiped… and literally lounged around and indulgently watched the fifth series of Homeland.  Sir Maxelot kept me company from his bed and we justified our laziness through each other.  It was interspecies bonding at its best.

Duvet Day!
Duvet Day!

Now, our wee hoose could be described as a studio flat with a bathroom on the side… so while lying in bed, we had left the back door open, because it is literally at the bottom of the bed… and I was able to enjoy the fresh air and sun streaming in throughout the day, without even stepping outside.

But it was later that night that I got the fright of my life.  I was walking all of 2 steps to the bathroom when I saw something move out the corner of my eye… and I could hardly believe it!  It was my turn to splutter, “Look!  Look!  LOOOOOK!’   

And there in the broken bottom drawer where I keep my less used clothes, was the infamous and still, very humungous, Mr Toad.

Mr Toad!

Yup… Mr Toad must have sauntered in at some point during the day, and Sir Maxelot and I had been completely oblivious.  Mr Toad had made himself very comfortable up next to my fleecy leopard print PJs that had been on special offer in Asda before we left the UK.  They are incredibly comfy and warm and all things cozy… but I was a bit perturbed that Mr Toad had helped himself to them, I have to say.

Well, of course, we had to lovingly remove Mr Toad, without freaking him out… and do it without Sir Maxelot noticing and coming over to take an interest.  Toads can be poisonous so our hearts did beat a little bit faster during the relocation manoeuvres.   We took him, still in the broken drawer, still clinging to my PJs down to the acequia water channel which wasn’t running, but where we have seen him before… and we had to really encourage him to let go.  I actually felt for him… he’d found a pretty amazing warm spot and now he was being forced out into the cold black of night.  But… it had to be done. Such is life in the campo.

Time to Remove Mr Toad!
Time to remove Mr Toad!

Toads aside, life weirdly felt a bit ‘empty after ‘Say YES’ was over… but the truth is… it’s anything but over!  Birgit and I will continue to hold monthly healings for the Alpujarra and Mother Earth!  As far as we’re concerned, the healing has only just begun and every event we share will amplify, strengthen and anchor even more high vibrational healing, light and love into the Alpujarra and Mother Earth.  And we will continue to livestream them aswell so everyone can join us to receive healing… and participate in a global healing through LOVE.  And we’ll keep learning through it all too!  Each event will be unique and as the summer heat sets in, we’ll be moving into the shade!

Both of us feel VERY strongly that this healing must be maintained and continued.  Just because the legal deadline for written protests has passed… doesn’t mean that it’s over.  If anything, we have to energetically magnify the positive outcome even more and keep this high vibration and focus strong and clear! 

The message of COURAGE from the wild boar continues to ring through our hearts!

So we invite you to join us on Saturday 30th March 2019
12pm Spanish time
for the next

‘Say YES to the Alpujarra and Mother Earth’ healing event!

AND… as I write this… I’m very excited to say that we have invested in a portable microphone and amplifier kit… that runs from batteries… so no more cables or generators!  MGM… you’re off that tech hook!

In the meantime, this past week has still been a bit of whirlwind… while I’ve been reeling from the loss of the last blog, and moving through my menopausal meltdowns (now rebranded ‘upgrades’ to shift the struggle into empowerment!) MGM has been very busy pruning the olive trees in preparation for a good harvest in a couple of years… there’s been lots of wood chopping and stacking of our wood for burning next winter… there’s been more baked potatoes in the bonfires made out of the excess olive branches and leaves… there’s been the digging of the new trial vegetable patch… we’ve successfully filled our water deposit from the acequia water channels without the assistance of our trusted Angel Aaron… although a there was a bit of neighbourly interference with a flying plastic bottle seemingly thrown through the black of night, which shook our nerves, more than a bit… and the small 1000L water storage cube has been wrapped in black plastic to keep the back up stored water fresh and algae free.

And next week, Friday 22nd March sees the start of my Open Your Cosmic Heart Retreat with the amazingly, awesomely beautiful presence of Seanin Banrion, here in the Alpujarra.  We have women coming from the USA and the UK to join us for a long weekend of inner transformation through channelled love, light language, intuitive wisdom, great food, gorgeous surrounds and a whole lot of ‘sisterhood’.  Again… the power of LOVE heals, transforms and awakens.  Watch out for the photos… and dates for our next retreat this autumn!

Open Your Cosmic Heart Retreat with myself and Seanin Banrion

Oh and I’ve also been juicing!  Thank you to the Juice Master himself, Jason Vale for his recipes… he’s my ‘go-to’ for a healthy detox and to drop the weight from indulging in too many croissants with melted cheese at Galindo’s on the high street… and the infamous donuts at Buñuelos. The pure nutritional boost always helps bring me back into physical strength…. and now more than ever, my body needs the support through the hormonal roller coaster of slowly arriving into my ‘wise old crone’ years.  Only three days juicing works miracles… it really does!

If you’ve read this far… congratulations!  And THANK YOU!

And for now… I’m going to leave you with a great big hug and I look forward to seeing you next time round.

Hasta Luego my lovely friends!

Love,

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Brexit, Bureaucracy & YES to the Alpujarras…

Over the last couple of days in the Alpujarra… it’s been a cyclone of ‘stuff’… a flow that turned into a familiar torrent of tangents… as is the way that life tends to be up here in these energy infused mountains.

So to start off… let’s say that B word.  Brexit.  Oh Dear God.  Who to believe.  What to believe.  What to do and when to do it.  Thankfully I now have my residency (and yes… I’ve still to share that story!!)… but the latest mad rush is to now get our UK driving licenses exchanged to a Spanish ones… because if UK isn’t part of the EU next month then we may well have to take the Spanish driving test.  Seriously… who knows what the heck is going to happen but I’m not taking that risk… so I started the process.  And it turns out you need a medical, another document of this and that and copies and photos and certificate and then it all has to be taken to the equivalent of the DVLA in Granada… which by all accounts is a test of faith, patience and perseverance… and a need for verbal fluency.

So I opted for the safe option and Alpujarra Conect are sorting it out once I’ve got all my bits, bobs and ducks in a row.  The medical check up was interesting though.  And with google translate on hand I managed to press the right button to show I had safe co-ordination and acceptable spacial awareness… from both the left and the right… and I managed to read the first few letters of the bottom line of the eye sight test before being interrupted and boxes being ticked and tapped into the computer.  Then while I was waiting for the  ‘I’m medically safe to drive’ document to come through at the reception desk, which was meant to be only 10 minutes and yet 45 minutes later I’m still standing there with rather tired legs and a jaded accepting smile on my face, I met a couple who where doing the exact same thing… .although they’ve been resident here for a much longer time.. .and they have rescue donkeys… which I’ve already fallen in love with, without even meeting them.

I’ve also had to go into Lanjarón town council to register there as a resident… because before, I’ve been registered in Orgiva, because that’s where we were registered as renting for our first year, but that apparently doesn’t cut it anymore.  That was fun.  I’ve no idea how I managed to understand what on earth she was saying as we handed over the copy of our escritura (deeds) and she went through them with a micro-microscope… at one point asking me where my name was and giving me a heart attack.  But we got there in the end and I was promised it would be ready by the next day… which is good… because I needed that document to proceed with exchanging to a Spanish driving license.

The last few days have also seen me step up and take on the role of leading a global healing event,  in Órgiva to support our fight against the proposed pylons through the area.  I don’t want every post that I share here to now be about the pylons… because our life goes on around this… but nevertheless… it’s what we’re all moving through now… and facing.  So, I’ve put out the call for people to come together in love to raise the vibration around the situation… and anchor more light into Mother Earth to help support the defeat of the electricity conglomerate. 


The ‘Say YES to the Alpujarras and Mother Earth’ event is on Saturday 2nd March at 12pm… click HERE to find out more!

In fact, last night we were in Lanjaron at a meeting that was held underneath the Municipal Market in a great meeting space with red cinema-like comfy chairs and stage.  We saw our friends from further down the mountain who are also directly affected… and there was a good sense of community and of everyone submitting the personal complaint to register their objection and ‘Di No A Las Torres!’  What was great, was that we saw our direct neighbour, who we haven’t seen since before Christmas.  He is a real old character… a smaller, possibly unhinged (if local gossip is to be believed) version of Santa Claus, with a bright twinkle in his eye… holes in his jumper and his permanent woolly hat.  Despite the language barrier, we have a great ‘non speaking relationship’… but he has such a thick Andalucian accent so I haven’t a hope of understanding a word of what he says.  But, he is welcoming and friendly… and he has been helpful… and we now feel quite protective of him! 

Luckily, last night, Lucy was there.  Lucy’s Lanjarón’s official bi-lingual bridge between the ex-pat community and the council, so she very kindly stepped in to help translate so we could have a conversation with Cristoba.  Things like… are we going to use the shared chain, padlock and keys across the track entrance which had disappeared over night a couple of months ago… and then he was telling us about some dodgy peeps not to trust… and that he’s delighted to have us there as neighbours to his land… even though he doesn’t live on the land… and the natural water storage area behind the wall that got totally flooded and ruined years ago… and… he said he really liked what we were doing with the land!   Thank goodness for Lucy… there was a lot clarified that had been hanging over us… and we felt great for having seen him again.

After the meeting we headed straight to the nearest bar with our friends from further down the mountain and we all numbed our ‘pyloned’ nerves… and can you believe it… we met another couple from Edinburgh who live here!  It’s a very, very small world indeed.  Despite the circumstances of us meeting… it was a great end to an evening that started off infused with the lower vibes of worry.

This morning I put the laptop down and went and helped My Gorgeous Man… Build Fire and Burn!

All the lovingly pruned trees and preparing them for abundant olive production next year, means that huge piles of branches have been building up that needed to be set free through fire.  You can’t leave cut olive branches lying around as there’s an insect or bug that I don’t know the name of that can cause havoc with your trees… so we’re making sure that doesn’t happen here in our magical kingdom.

So after a satisfying morning of dragging branches, fire building, dragging more branches, fire monitoring, tidying up and dropping our potatoes into the ashes to bake… I headed back into Lanjarón to pick up the ‘Empadronamiento’ document… parking conveniently just outside the supermarket and diving in to check if any of Sir Maxelot’s favourite chicken pate was back in stock… but it wasn’t… and I ended up buying other options to make sure his Lordship didn’t have to go without… and by the time I made it into the council offices with all possible lines in Spanish, perfectly lined up in my head… I was told that the document wasn’t ready because her colleague was off sick, with sick kids and she was holding the fort but didn’t have enough arms and legs to cover all bases.  In her defence, she had phoned me to say not to come in… but I don’t like answering my Spanish phone incase I don’t understand what’s coming down ‘the line’… so… I hadn’t picked up.  Friday’s the day apparently.  I really must be more courageous in answering my phone!

But I still had to go back in the other direction and on to Órgiva, as the documentation for our new car insurance was to be completed and paid for.  Again, I had the conversation all lined up in my head… but again, the insurance wasn’t done… because there was a signature missing on each page… the pages they’d seen yesterday and given the thumbs up to… but they’d only taken a copy of the front page and that wasn’t valid enough for head office… which needed the back page where my signature was clearly there.  

Deep breath.  Ooooooookaaaay.

So, more copies taken… cash payment handed over and apparently Bob was my Uncle… and all the policy documents would be sent to Alpujarra Conect… but I was insured.  I think.  Probably.  Yes definitely.  Ok then.  But My Gorgeous Man wasn’t.  Because he needed his NIE number, and his appointment isn’t till later in March which had been arranged while he was in Dubai…. under the panic stress of Brexit.   But now that My Hero is back, and because there’s such a rush to get ‘legal’… there aren’t any closer appointments… unless you pay through the nose for them. 

So after much wasted emotion rallying against what was… we gave up the fight, got our BFF the credit card out and paid.  Thank you credit card.  Because My Gorgeous Man needs to be on the insurance and be able to drive.  The last insurance company weirdly weren’t bothered… but this one is… and there’s a list of reasons that we’ve changed insurers that are way too boring to share here.  But the main thing is that MGM will have his NIE number on Friday!  Yay!  We must celebrate at the beach bar that I went to when my residency went through!  

After the insurance and town council escapades, and having achieved very little of what was supposed to be an afternoon of completion… I went to the nearest bar and ordered… a coffee.  I was wiped. 

Healing coffee for all the bureaucracy....
So many documents…

And I had an hour to fill before doing an in person Oracle card reading.  The coffee helped, but what I really wanted was a power nap… so I drove down to the river by the Seven Eye Bridge… briefly getting caught in a sheep and goat traffic jam…and as soon as I pulled up by the river I basically fell asleep under the eaves of the stunning Sierra Lujar mountain.  Well… of course I overslept… very, very unusual for me… and I woke up when I was supposed to be arriving at the house for the reading.  Luckily… it was only a 10 minute drive away… and I was ooooooh so grateful for ‘Spanish time keeping’ making me look as if I was bang on the minute.

The reading was such an honour… and I spent way longer than I planned with her… but when the energy is flowing and the healing and insight is there… for me, this is what my work is all about.   

By the time I got home… the sun was beginning to set and I was treated to spectacular views, with the golden light and clouds over the mountain tops… and I met My Gorgeous Man being taken for a wander along our track by Sir Maxelot.  What a handsome pair they were. 

Burnt home, fire baked potatoes…

My heart swelled with love and gratitude as I saw them so happy and content together.  Back in the house My Hero Man had remembered our baked potatoes…. 7 hours after planting them in the fire… and he proudly offered me his burnt out gifts wrapped in foil.  But after a long day we both needed more than some burnt skins so he set to making one of his special curry experiments.  And I headed up to the roof to relax, breathe, let the day go… and revel in the setting sun.

My Gorgeous Man & Sir Maxelot...
My boys…

What a stunning sunset it was… Mother Earth and nature are my healers… time stopped as I dropped into the bliss of simply being in gratitude, awe and appreciation of what was around me.

It’s these moments that are so precious in life.  It’s these moments that offer us glimpses of Oneness… with a love that comes from nowhere filling us from top to toe… and which needs no explanation or description.  It’s simply love.

And through that love, I received an invitation to join Martin McNicholl on his daily livestream “New Earth Mystery School Empowerment Hour” show on Friday 22nd February at 4.44 GMT to talk about the  pylons and our movement to heal the world through LOVE.

Basking in the glow of the sunset...
Basking in the glow of the sunset…

This is the power of the flow… and of living from your heart.  Doors open, help comes in… and miracles can become your reality.

Hasta Luego my lovelies, 

Love,

You can sign the petition against the pylons HERE and help us save the the stunning Alpujarras! We only have till the 7th March 2019 to register our protest!

You can help us by sending in your own ‘allegation’ even if you aren’t resident here. Every complaint has to be addressed and personally answered, and not only will it show the extent the Alpujarra protest, it will overload the council system and give the lawyers and working platforms more time!

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Saying YES to the Alpujarras – and NO to Pylons…

Yesterday in the Alpujarras… it was a whirlwind of activity… gorgeous clear blue skies… and a very unexpected conversation from the other side of the world!

Some of you may not know about the situation we are facing here in the Alpujarras. It’s come to light that the Spanish electricity company REE has for years, been planning a highway of high voltage cables and pylons to go through Spain and on into France… and that means coming right through our area of the Alpujarras… with the very short version being that an 80m high pylon is proposed to be built only 250m away from our house, just at the end of our track. I’ve livestreamed about it on my personal Facebook page, and that video now has over 2.4k viewings… I’m posting about it… sharing it where I can to raise awareness and support… and it’s admittedly all been very worrying and very real…

BUT…

I’m not going to let it consume me or pull me out of the absolute magic of the moment and the fact that me and My Gorgeous Man are still living in the magical, miracle home that we manifested… and that we absolutely LOVE it here!

So yesterday morning I was pottering around online when I received a surprise call from the inspirational souls that are Glynne Rae and Nicky Hamid in New Zealand, global leaders in living through love and humanity’s conscious awakening.  They were supporting my livestream call for help… planting the seed of an idea and giving me a loving kick up the butt. They pushed me into action!

The full details on this will be shared very shortly, as it’s all come together in a wonderfully fast flow… and it involves a gathering of hearts, in person and online, to open our hearts, raise our vibration to focus on the highest outcome and the protection of this area while immersing in the powerful galactic energy of the Universe and the Star Beings that work through me. Through the power of love we will to shift the vibration of this situation and release the fear, release the low vibes and release all possibility of it ever happening… and anchor more light and love into the Alpujarras and our beautiful world through all the souls that join us.

I was initially terrified at the thought of stepping up and leading the way… but now I’m excited, inspired and all fired up!

Just as I was finishing talking to Glynne and Nicky… in stomps My Gorgeous Man from outside, trailing in the dirt and yet another basket of wood for the fire… after having picked up our ‘builder and all round miracle worker, translater, fixer, acequia manager, tree doctor friend’, Angel Aaron from the end of the track… who’d come armed with chainsaw, fuel, giant secateurs and a great big happy smile.

Yup… the boys’ reunion was well underway and the beer was chilling in the fridge. Yesterday was the day for pruning back the olive and citrus trees so that we can bring them back to health and abundant production. We have around 90 olive trees on our land and when they are back in shape, we will be able to make our own olive oil and enjoy a seasonal income from them. But after over 5 years of abandonment while this house stood empty, some of the trees had fallen into bad shape… and as much as I find pruning very difficult to witness, I knew it was needed. Angel Aaron was under strict instructions and he assured me that he would be pruning them back with love, compassion and awareness. And I trusted him.

It didn’t sound like it though once the chainsaw was up and running… reverberating around our magical dingly-dell and it rang out on what felt like every single one of my nerve endings.

I breathed my way through it for a while and then decided to leave the men to it… and headed into Lanjarón to pick up some lunch for the workers… except by the time I’d got there, I got a call asking if the hardware store was open… because the chain on the chainsaw had broken and could I come back as quick as possible so that no time was lost.

So I ran round the supermarket… unknowingly at that point, forgetting Sir Maxelot’s chicken… and raced home as much as Jimmy our Kangoo would let me… especially along the 2.5km track where second gear feels too fast and you’re being thrown around the bumps, dips, stones, holes and holding your breath going past the death drop.

After dumping the shopping, poking the fire into action again, giving Sir Maxelot yet another ‘we’re just going out for a while biscuit’.. not unpacking the shopping and boosting the fire that really didn’t want to get going… again… we all jumped back into Jimmy and headed, this time, into Órgiva, where it had been decided that the chainsaw would be more easily repaired on the spot.

Amazingly there was a very rare parking space right on the corner of the hardware Hursquvarna store, so MGM swerved across the road straight into it and stopped right in front of the great big mowers that were out on show on the road. The chainsaw was dropped off and we all dove into the bar next door and hauled our asses up onto the stools… pre-lunch beer was ordered for the boys and a coffee with an exceptionally overly sweet piece of chocolate naughtiness was ordered for this girl.

Beer, coffee, sweet and savoury... pure naughtiness...
Beer, coffee, sweet and savoury… pure naughtiness…

It was an hour of banter, laughter, camaraderie, friendship, positivity and it highlighted again, how much we love it here and how we’ve really found ‘family’. Mid coffees, I realised I’d forgotten Sir Maxelot’s chicken, so headed down to the supermarket further along the road… picked up the awfulness of a bottle of Coke for the boys and once back in the bar on my stool with the remnants of my tepid coffee being enjoyed, I realised that I’d forgotten Sir Maxelot’s chicken… again. Brain like a sieve at the moment… it’s called the menopause.

In that little time that I’d been down at the supermarket, My Gorgeous Man had been introduced to the infamous Bar Cañada’s tapas of fried potatoes covered in ‘alioli’… creamy garlic buttery sauce… with added spicy ketchup… MGM and Angel Aaron were grinning from ear to ear. It was rather delicious… and rather garlicy. I think we’ll be going back for more. Soon.

Back in the car… chainsaw fixed with new sharp chain bit and off we headed home. Only 6km along the smooth main road… marvelling at the views of Sierra Lujar… and affirming that the pylons simply won’t be coming here… we headed back along the track which for the fourth time in one morning for me, felt interminably bumpy, rocky, crazy, dear God hold onto your hat and anything you can actually hold onto, before safely making it back to our heart’s kingdom on the side of the hill.

MGM & Angel Aaron…

The boys carried on giving the trees their new energy infused haircuts… moving down onto the lower terrace where the mandarin and lemon trees are… MGM dug a channel so the water from our main acequia can reach the lower terrace… and I surprised myself at how much I liked the newly pruned looks. Angel Aaron was right… he had removed the dead branches and very young sprouts… and created super strong, clear space for the branches to stretch out and thrive. The trees actually felt relieved. Phew. And YAY!

Then all of a sudden there was a disturbing klinking clanking noise and some profound swearing. The chain had broken again. It seemed the Universe had most definitely called time on pruning.

The boys reluctantly packed up… refused my offer of homemade sandwiches and a wee refreshing can of ‘Alhambra cerveja’ on the terrace… and scooted very quickly off to their favourite haunt, Top Camping, for their favourite non veggie stew.

Returning inside, it was just me and Sir Maxelot… who was still very asleep… and the wood burning stove… which was still on a very stubborn ‘I’m not burning’ streak.

Sir Maxelot... just chillin'...
Sir Maxelot… just chillin’…

So I took advantage of the peace and quiet outside, without the chainsaw as background music… and shared another positive, upbeat livestream, rallying troops into positive high vibe presence to bring about change… no more fear around Pylons!

We can do this!

Then I picked up my laptop and started to write… and here I am still writing!

Tonight, I’m feeling so very blessed… there is positivity in the air… MGM came back and got the fire roaring (annoyingly wonderfully easily)… and we are feeling supported, held and protected by the Universe.

Everything is going to be A-OK. And so it is .

And if you’d like to lend your support and help us save our homes and this amazing area of Spain… please sign the petition to help stop the REE electricity highway coming through the Alpujarras…
CLICK HERE!

THANK YOU … and Hasta Luego 😎

Love,

PS…. We have wild spring onions!!!

Wild Spring Onions!
Wild Spring Onions!

Wild Storms, Torn Dew Claws & Empathic Overwhelm

A break in the storm clouds...

I’ve always considered myself a strong, independent woman, deeply connected to the truth of what the Divine Feminine really means in a modern world….  but here’s a personal truth bomb…. I am sooo over being on my own up here in the Spanish Alpujarra mountains.  It’s been 6 weeks since My Gorgeous Man left to go and work in Dubai on a 3-5 month contract to get us out of the financial pit we found ourselves in after the palaver of bringing water onto our magical land brought us to our knees.

And all I can say is ‘Thank God, thank the Universe, thank all things wuwu, thank all things destined, not destined fated or not’… because I am over being strong in that old masculine paradigm of strong… and I want my man back here.  And I want him back here Now.  So I don’t know why I was surprised that the Universe heard my call… and answered it.  The Universe always answers… even if we don’t realise it at the time… but the main thing is that My Gorgeous Man is coming back home. I will however, have to hold it together for another 7 days 20 hours and a few more minutes tagged onto the end for increased suspense… until he lands back into Granada next week.  His contract role has not worked out for a long list of reasons… and I for one am counting the blessings that he’ll soon be home. Big lessons learned all round.

There are times when the money just isn’t worth it.

The last few days have been tough… spent in the throws of a storm where the wind has been continually blasting the house,  leaving my normally zen nerves rattled and my nights, sleepless as I try not to imagine the windows crashing in or the car being blown off the track… while I can hear all things not nailed down, moving around outside.  It’s been nighttime rounds of keep the fire going… check Max is warm enough… and checking the pilot light on the fridge hasn’t been blown out again. And it’s amazing how the mind super exaggerates everything in the black of night.  It’s been a test of trust and of consciously bringing myself back to focusing ONLY on the good and of not allowing my mind to get the better of me during the dark nights.  The ironic thing is that we are only 2.5km away from the main road, 2.6km away from a wonderful friend and 6km away from civilisation, but I might as well have felt as if I’ve been dropped on top of the north pole.

I know I’m probably coming across as overly dramatic, but that’s how it’s felt, especially when I cracked open the door the other morning and the iron gate was pulled out of my hand and slammed against the wall… then later on I could hardly get out of the car because the wind against the door was too strong… the bench and chairs on the terrace were picked up and thrown further along, the fence poles around the terrace were blown down, the washing line was shredded, the wood pile support which was held down and in place by a huge chunk of concrete, was thrown into the porch and the roof collapsed… and the 1000L water storage cube further up the track was blown off its platform.

So for a bit of light relief, I drove into Orgiva to pay my parking ticket before it doubled in price. It wasn’t a great start when I couldn’t even see how to get in through the bank door and I was feeling a right foreigner numpty … and even more so when a local pointed through the door at the entry buzzer right next to me… I waited ages… patiently… to see the one teller on duty and practiced scenarios of Spanish silently in my head while getting my glasses and google translate at the ready… I made it to the desk and cockily thought I was rocking it until the teller handed me back the parking ticket and money then got up and went and put his jacket on and started to walk out the bank… what the heck??? … but he turned round and beckoned me to follow him to the outside cash machine… where it was bloody freezing and he basically did the whole process for me… despite me not putting enough money in and having to restart… and continually misspelling my name through the ultra sensitive touch screen… with a queue building behind me. Then hey presto …. out comes a printed receipt and job done. He even smiled as I tried to enthuse more out of my meagre ‘muchas gracias’….

Note to self… do NOT park there again!

But I do have great news! Since the plumber came and replaced our big posh pump with a smaller version, the solar power system has not tripped… so that’s a whole week of not living on the edge of power outages and black outs and trips to the outdoor solar power room with keys in hand and a prayer in my heart that the light… and internet… will actually come back on.  I mean, how many times can you reset a system before it sticks its fingers up at you?!

I cannot fully express what a relief this has been!

The other challenge that has been going on in the background, is that Sir Maxelot has damaged his dew claw.  It has been agonising to watch him wince, yelp in pain… but to not let me near it.  Luckily, his naturopathic healer is our lovely friend Birgit, who lives those 2.6km away, so she immediately came to the rescue and brought him relief through remedies.  He was doing so well and was relaxed and settled… so much so that he forgot about his damaged claw and went into manic ear scratching mode … and his screams of pain totally finished me off last night.  So, I never made it to Spanish class, which also meant that I ran out of drinking water because the mountain spring we use is on the way into Lanjarón and I’d been waiting to tick all said boxes at once.

Being an empath, I feel the emotions and physical sensations of other sentient beings… be they human or animal.  And while I have lived comfortably with this for many a year and I no longer get overwhelmed by what I feel or pick up… in that moment I was totally ripped apart emotionally and energetically by Sir Maxelot’s scream.  

His claw was now at a right angle to his leg.  I was feeling sick, dizzy, panicky and totally lost my grounding as the cannon ball of pain hit my solar plexus and stayed there.  Normally I can clear what I pick up really quickly… but because I’d lost my centre… his pain, grew and grew inside of me.

I started loading him up with rescue remedy and gave him an extra dose of the appropriate remedy and I sat with him, stroking is head, calming him down and I just had to trust that healing was still able to move through me, despite my own distressed state.    I called My Gorgeous Man for support, which turned out to be as equally distressing for him to not be at home and able to help, but selfishly, I just needed someone to hold space for me.  We talked through the temporary options of trying to cover the claw, or protect it with homemade cones, or to put of sock over his foot… but every option just made me feel more sick and could actually do more harm than good.  It was about an hour later that I left Max’s side after the relaxation and pain remedies had kicked in, and when I moved, he sat up and started to lick his claw and it started to move back into place.  It churned my stomach.. but wow… what a star.

By that point I was a wreck and I did something I very rarely do.  I asked for help.  I’ve always found it hugely difficult to ask for help but I’m working on releasing those old self sabotage patterns!! So, I posted in my Channelling Love Membership group, asking the wonderful hearts and healers there for healing for myself and Sir Maxelot… to help release his pain from me that I couldn’t shift… and to help him in any way and all ways. 

Sir Maxelot this afternoon… in the flow of recovery…
Not at my best... but sharing the reality...
Not at my best… but sharing the reality…

This is the wonderful thing about community… beautiful souls responded straight away and I felt such an energetic shift move through me that I had to go lie down.  Energy healing is real.  We are beings of energy, not just a physical body with a thinking mind. And because we are energy, we can shift, release dis-ease, old toxic emotions, residual pain, belief patterns and all the crap that actually keeps us out of alignment and generally feeling yuk.  HUGE Thank you Seanin Banrion, who is the channel for the Cosmic Sophia and who I’m running a retreat with here in the Alpujarras in March… and thank you Jenny Slater, my dear friend and animal communicator who has a strong connection with Sir Maxelot… who were the two ‘first aiders’ on the ‘scene’…. I’m deeply grateful for your help.

Max and I were in ‘bed’ by 9pm… and by the time I woke up at 1.30am he was in a very comfortable deep sleep and it looked like he had licked his claw back into place.

I decided to occupy my mind and put my midnight hours to good use and created the newsletter around this weekend’s big channelling Peace of Heart event… and did some other stuff that took me through till 4.30am… when Max surfaced and asked to go out… with a waggy tail, ears up and very much alert.  He wasn’t so impressed with the wind when I opened the door, so it was a quick pit stop and then back to bed.

In the meantime my Gorgeous Man had sent a good morning message as he headed into his contrasting reality of corporate challenges and asked for good luck wishes and high vibes to speed him on his way… and then I collapsed back into bed and finally drifted off to sleep.

What I’ve had reaffirmed again and again over the last few days… is the power and gift of friends… the power of love… the power of trust… the power of our thoughts and the experience we choose to create through them… the deep connection that runs through us all… empaths or not… we are all connected through the Universal life force and LOVE… we are all sentient… we are all healers through our love…. and if that’s sounding all a bit too fluffy and wuwu for you… just take a deep breath… because the scientific world is finally catching up with us witches.

So… I am now back in my light… anchored in grounded presence… being myself… asking for help when I need it… and accepting help when I need it… and keeping on living my spiritual non fluffy truth.  As an awakened woman, being strong doesn’t come from standing alone, fighting your way through life and pretending you’re ok… it’s through standing in your truth and owning your vulnerability, being in alignment with your Divinity, your heart and your innate mystic wu… all within the power of love and within love of your tribe.

Hasta Luego my lovely friends… 😎

Love,

PS.  Sir Maxelot has licked his claw back into place… and breathe… and monitor… and send healing…. and repeat.

PPS.   It’s now only 7 days, 18 hours and 32 minutes till My Gorgeous Man arrives home… in fact it’s even less than that because I didn’t post this blog straight away… not that I’m counting the days hours and minutes… nope, I’m not counting at all…

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Divine Signs, Tears and a Parking Ticket…

The magic of Sir Maxelot...

Recently in the Alpujarras…

And breathe.

It’s been one helluva run of a few days and once again, the Universe in collaboration with the powerful energy here in the Alpujarra mountains, has brought about a shift.

The morning glow on the mountain behind us…

From crazy, strong, scary loud winds that felt like the house was going to do a ‘Wizard of Oz’ with pots crashing down in the porch and the waterproof tarpaulin over the woodpile turning into a giant sail and then the woodpile support giving way… and the Dangerous Dog sign being pulled off the outside wall… to the bliss of sharing a Live channelled healing that was so overwhelmingly powerful that I had tears rolling down my face in joy of the Divine connection… to the magic of Sir Maxelot who is thriving and loving his life again after being on the edge of ‘shall I stay or shall I go’ for most of last year and now taking you on jogging missions waaaay further up the track than normal… to the hard graft of shifting another €20 worth of wood from wheelbarrow to car boot to down the steps into the porch and into the woodpile, no longer covered with the tarpaulin and then into the house… to the generous, kind friend who cooked a veggie hotpot and told me to come over for lunch and 2 hours passed before we knew it… to the irony of sharing a Facebook live healing and oracle card reading outside, with 2 cards flying away on the wind, that turned out to be Divine Signs and Transformation, which highlighted that being in trust and following the synchronicities and signs is how situations and your life can transform for the better… to the anxiety hit of losing a much loved, long term client… to the high of a wonderful new client appearing from nowhere…  heart opening morning walks with Sir Maxelot overlooking the reservoir… to the buzz of a great tech run through for the Peace of Heart online channelling event I’m co-hosting with world famous channels Laarkmaa… to the miracle of a white feather appearing from nowhere onto my laptop… to mastering the art of fire starting and the room being satisfyingly roasty toasty… to the low of the solar power system once again tripping, after I’d donned PJs and got into bed, and then having to grab headlamp, socks, boots, jacket and find keys to get into the outdoor solar power room… and again… lights on… lights off… hold your breath… and damn, the internet has gone down again too… to the wonderful surprise that the plumber turned up a day early and refitted the water deposit’s new smaller pump (to stop the power surges that have been tripping the solar power system)… and did all the work while I was out… left the old pump in the wood bin on our terrace… and then met him on the track and had the conversation in Spanish that I understood… and to us miraculously having crossed paths where there was space for 2 cars to juuuuuuuuust squeeze past each other, thankfully nowhere near the death drop… from the lows of bursting into tears on seeing a friend because you’ve had enough of being on your own and Sir Maxelot had caught his dew claw and it was bleeding but he wouldn’t let you near it…  gathering yourself together to go back out into the world… and then bursting into tears  10 minutes later when you see another friend for same said reasons… to the gratitude of both friends checking up on you later in the day… to the relief of release as you sit down and  do nothing but listen to some soothing mantra music out on the terrace in the afternoon sun… to the low of secretly crying your way through a yoga class, because yoga is energy healing, powerful and sacred and the full moonitis and eclipse madness was coursing through your whole being… to the secret naughty joy of finding a new delicious chocolate cake… to the shock of getting your first parking ticket in your favourite parking spot and disbelief that none of the other cars had one… to the fun of a friend coming to your home for the first time, getting completely lost and laughing as you drive up and down the same track expecting to see something different… to the fun of a new Spanish class where all levels of non Spanish are welcomed, encouraged and laughed through… especially when phones unexpectedly go off with desperate unsuccessful attempts to turn it off amidst ‘por’ and ‘para’ grammar explanations while accompanied by “Hello… hello… are you there?” from within the phone case…. you would have thought we were naughty school kids rather than the over ‘nifty at fifty’ club… to the love of the goat herd passing by with the romance of their sounding bells and waving to the friendly goat herder… to the energy cleansing and clearing of washing, cleaning and tidying the hoose… to the acceptance, that all is perfect in every given moment… and that life is for living from the heart and for embracing every single moment that it brings… for all we have is the now… and I choose my now to be lived through Love and to let go of the fear and the struggle.  We cannot fight against what is.  It’s through our surrender and releasing the illusion of control, that we innately align with the power of the Universal Flow… and magic happens.

And the magic has happened… My Gorgeous Man is coming home…💜

Hasta Luego my lovely friends… 

Love,

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When a Windy Day brings her Gifts…

Lenticular Cloud...

Today in the Alpujarras…

It is windy. Very windy. Very Very Windy. Not long after we moved in to our miracle home, we learnt that said miracle home stands in one of Mother Nature’s natural wind tunnels. I guess the fact there is a series of wind turbines further down the valley didn’t really click, until the wind got up. We did comment though that a nice breeze in the stifling summers would be lovely. But the wind is now so ‘up’ that I’m feeling like I’m sitting in the house in the film The Wizard of Oz, and wondering if me and Sir Maxelot, our beloved rescue greyhound, will be swept up and dropped somewhere further up into the Sierra Lujar.

One thing that I love though about this winter weather, is its wildness. I can’t help but love the freedom of the wind… the power of the wind and the cleansing and clearing that it brings energetically to my mind, body and soul.

Lenticular clouds
Yup… no filter and no special effects!

I’m also fascinated by the special lenticular clouds that form in this area of Spain. I had never seen clouds like them before… and my first reaction was… they look like space ships! They are smooth, oval shaped and unlike ‘normal’ clouds… they don’t move. They do however change shape and can often look as if they are tiered. Apparently it’s all to do with the wind moving over the shape of the mountains… cooling and the condensation then forming the clouds. But while they started to form this evening, and gave me a couple of spectacularly dramatic photos, the wind is now so ferocious that they have disappeared. Local knowledge also says that when lenticular clouds appear, it’ll rain in 3 days. So I’ll keep you posted on that one.

The Lenticular Mothership Cloud...
The Lenticular Mothership Cloud…

This post actually marks a new beginning for Namaste This.

A whole new chapter began just before Christmas, which ironically also marked the end of our first year here in the Alpujarras. The 23rd December 2018 was the turning point when My Gorgeous Man had to return to work in the corporate world because basically, the international move, life, buying cars, buying our off-grid home that needed water and electricity brought into the ‘one large room with a bathroom on the side on the side of a mountain’… had brought us to our financial knees. So while we had packed up our life in Edinburgh, put most of it into unsuspecting parent’s attics and followed our hearts to drive THE drive into a whole new life in Southern Spain, not really knowing how it would work out… we absolutely manifested miracles along the way, but we’ve also been surfing and facing and overcoming the challenges of ‘this’ reality.

Many of you will have read the stories, dramas, highs and lows that I’ve shared here on Namaste Thisfor the last 18 months … and from now on I’m sharing these blogs directly to Namaste This on the Steemit Platform too… and posting even more escapades on my Namaste This Blog Facebook page. So forgive me if I repeat myself, but I’m bringing everything into alignment for the real writing to begin. And that includes THE book.

This is us...
This is us…

So welcome to my new aligned beginnings. And welcome to the world of Namaste This… where following your heart is the name of the game, but keeping it real means no fluff is attached. In my line of work as an incorporating channel and healer in the world of all things spiritual… it’s a slippery tightrope to balance your way along… but luckily, I have an inappropriately dark sense of humour and super strong glue on my shoes… which is ultra important when you can’t get the fire to light… you’re missing Strictly Come Dancing… your windswept hair gets totally tangled and trapped in the low olive tree branches that your dog insists on pulling you under, your internet allowance runs out at just the perfectly wrong moment, the solar power system trips and everything goes black… and you still can’t get over how much you enjoyed wild feral pees when you lived without water for 7 weeks.

Yup… off-grid life is not for the faint hearted. It’s for bravehearts. Or city slickers with rose tinted glasses that didn’t know what they were in for. All boxes well and truly ticked… and that t-shirt is already threadbare.

Hasta Luego my lovely friends… I have homework to do tonight… my Spanish class tomorrow is apparently going to be talking about all things Feminism… so I need to get my vocabulary ready when I step up on the Divine Feminine soap box. Wish my teacher luck…

Love,

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The Day we Bought our Dream Home…

The best seat in the house...

It feels like a million years ago already.  And yet it’s actually only 3 months… and bizarrely only 5 weeks since we moved in.  I wish I could say that I clearly remember that day 3 months ago, but to be honest, it’s foggy for a reason… mainly due to the intense stress and freak out moments of “Is it actually going to go through??”  Because yes… it did get that nail bitingly close.

In my ‘wuwu’ world… everything flows and eventually works out.  But wuwu wasn’t going to cut it when practically every penny we had was going to be transferred out of our account… the 2 English owners/sellers were only in Spain for a few days to complete on the sale… and one was ill, having only just made it onto the flight… and add in the many miscommunications about account numbers, names, amounts, and definitive finalities… it was no wonder we were awake most of the night before.

The night before...
The night before…

Bleary eyed and with rather tight, high pitched voices,  off we went to meet the agent at Marios in the Órgiva plaza,  right in front of the Notario’s office… for a very strong coffee at 10am… with reassurances of everything being quiet at the Notario for the final point of signatures and completion and that… ‘things’ would only take a couple of hours max.

Well, we waited half an hour… and obviously started to get the jitters.  And then the agent’s work partner turned up in the plaza… didn’t recognise us and sat down at another table.  My Gorgeous Man and I just looked at each other… not sure what we should do.  Eventually we called him over and the blank look was followed by him looking for my ‘identifying’ purple hair, which is getting less and less purple with every day that passes living up in the Spanish mountains. 

The Plaza shaded from the summer sun...
The Plaza shaded from the summer sun…

Steve our agent (of A Place in the Sun fame) turned up all smiles and tensely relaxed.  He did a good job of trying to reassure us, saying how many times he’s been through this and that there’s nothing to worry about.  He actually does a great job and goes way beyond his remit as an estate agent.  We were immediately dispatched off to the bank to draw the two cheques needed to pay for our wee hoose.  We had thought the lawyer was coming with us, but apparently not.  So armed with Google translate and everything written in very clear writing, and a stomach churning the strong Spanish coffee… we walked all of one minute to the bank just down the main street.

Cue huge sigh of relief.  Our friendly teller who’s fluent in English was on.  Thank God.  I pulled out the paper and asked for the bankers drafts to be drawn up and he just looked at our terrified faces and the sums of money (which to us were humungous but weren’t even considered a lottery win) and said  “OK… no problem” and got tapping away on this keyboard.  Authorisation was needed from the bank manager, double and triple checked and all the while our stomachs continued to churn in case we didn’t have something else that was needed… or God forbid there was a spelling mistake.  But, it was all so easy!  As he handed everything over, he wished us well and gave us a great big grin and shook our hands. 

Coming out the bank into Órgiva main street with its summer shades...
Coming out the bank into Órgiva main street with its summer shades…

I must remember that going to the bank in Órgiva is a pleasurable experience and not like in the UK where you almost feel like a criminal for wanting take money out of your own account in the first place!
We walked out of the bank tightly holding onto the cheques and took deep gulps of huge relief that the first step was successfully over with.

Back in the plaza Steve had been joined by the 2 joint sellers of the property.  Two women from the UK who had lived the dream but as age had moved on, they had decided that being back in the UK was their preferable choice.

They were actually great.  Non conformist and just as nervous as we were.  We weren’t sure if we were supposed to be friendly, formal, distant or share our inner most secrets… but there was an easiness within the shared tension at the table.   We had been told that we’d get in to see the Notario at about 11.30 and that our lawyer was going through all the documents with the Notary’s lawyer, double checking, ticking boxes and doing God Knows What.  But time passed… and time passed… and time passed.  And nothing happened.

And it was approaching lunchtime and the longer we waited, the closer we got to the Notary signing off at 2pm for siesta.  And it’s tough luck if you’re still in the queue because it’s tools down at 2pm!  So everything went from being casually ok… to “Why isn’t anything happening?”  Steve said that the office was very quiet so not to worry… and we had no choice but to believe him.

The conversation around the table was affable enough… although somehow Steve’s partner had weirdly drunk my drink (and I’d been too embarrassed to say anything) and we had learnt where Paddy the dog had been buried… and that we had rights to a room in the neighbour’s ruin… and shared rights to the natural water deposit beyond the wall… and…

  “Oh by the way… can we stay in the house till Thursday?… You’re not moving in straight away anyway are you?”  Thursday being two nights away.

Cue a silent… “What?”

“Of course you can!”

Hahahaha!

Then there was a very slow sinking realisation that they might have been serious… and… that we had said… Yes.

MGM and I looked at each other silently but couldn’t say a word while we were all still at the table waiting to be called in to the Notary.  I felt my stomach churn.

Jeez…

Then at about 1pm we got the phone call from the lawyer to leg it up to the Notary’s office!  All our stomach’s churned even more.

What we saw when we went in was a crowd of people milling around.. .and apparently it was a queue… all waiting for their turn.  It was a like generations of family reunions… and our hearts sank.

Luiz, our lawyer stayed with us for a bit… we stood at the back of the room… he said just wait for your name to be called out.. and disappeared off for phone calls and other stuff in his office downstairs.  Our hackles rose and we went into high alert mode to listen for anything recognisable as my name or the lawyers name.

And basically we stood there for over an hour.  Blood pressure rising.  Dread increasing.  Ignorance and helplessness becoming ever more magnified.

Then all of a sudden Luiz appears and asks for paper proof of the deposit being paid.

WHAT???

This wasn’t on our list of ‘must haves’.

In fact, when I had asked,  my bank had said they don’t send out proof of payments but I could go in to a branch to get one.  Well that wasn’t going to happen seeing as I was in Spain and my bank is in Scotland… so we had taken screen shots of my online statement and they had been sent to Steve.  The fact that the transactions didn’t have a recipient’s name didn’t really help.

So there was a flurry of intense panic  and dawning realisation that this was a complete F*ck Up.  Between shaky hands trying to send the email attachments of screenshots to Luiz’s office email downstairs so he could print them off as the requested proof… and a few beads of sweat began to show.  And on the other end… the ladies hadn’t brought any proof of having received their deposit funds either.

Doomed.

But the bottom line was that we needed printed proof from the bank… and we didn’t have it.  And if the Notary said that wasn’t acceptable, then the sale would be off.

It was up to Luiz to fight our corner and the case of electronic proof being enough. 

Steve trying to look relaxed...
Steve trying to look relaxed…

Our heads ran through the scenario of the sale being refused and the owners going back to the UK and all of us being back at square one again.

Luiz was away for quite a while and we had to remind ourselves to breathe.  Even Steve’s casually confident demeanour took a hit.

In the meantime, MGM and I managed to whisper about the fact that we had 2 ladies thinking that they were going to be staying in our new house for the next 2 nights.

What the F were we going to do about that?

How excruciatingly embarrassing… and actually WTF were they thinking?  Holyfrikkingdoodaas!

You wouldn’t dream of doing that back in the UK… so why did they think they could sell the house and just stay in it for another couple of nights?  We called in ‘The Steve’ and he was as baffled and shocked as we were… and I’m not proud to say that we passed the buck and asked him to tell them The No.

By now, there were two camps anyway.  Me, MGM and Steve were propping up the back wall and the two ladies had grabbed a couple of seats on the other wall as the milling crowds had begun to dissipate.  There was a most definite divide.  And the tension was building with every minute that excrutiatingly ticked by.

Luiz finally reappeared saying that the Notary had accepted the screenshots as proof!

Thank F*ck for That!

Everyone suddenly became friends again.

But there was still no end in sight for the sale.  And by this point our giant furry, pony-sized greyhound was probably beginning to cross his legs… almost 4 hours had passed since we had left the house.  MGM was all for going back to check on him but I suggested that if he wanted to keep his balls, he would stay right there with me.  Funnily enough, he didn’t leave.

The waiting...
The waiting…

Two o’clock came and went and we thought we were done for.  People appeared from back offices that we hadn’t seen go in and it was all a bit like a Dr Who time-tardis… and then nearer 2.30pm… my name was called!  We were in so much shock that we weren’t even sure that we’d heard it …and then our body leapt to attention and our hearts leapt into our mouths.

Holy shit… this is it!

We had been instructed to say nothing unless we were spoken to.  And Scott was adamant that I had to control my wild rebellious side and I was not to innately do what I wasn’t supposed to!  As if… 

So, we were all shown through to the corridor and told to wait.  Luiz was in with the Notary lawyer and we were all to then be escorted and shuffled into the Notary’s office for THE SIGNING OF THE SALE.

Dear God… I was petrified.  And our two ladies also looked petrified.  Steve was almost breathing and MGM was swallowing hard trying to look nonchalant.

And then it happened.  The door opened and we were ushered in.  I have to admit that I was expecting to see an old wizened man with white hair sitting behind a desk.  I wasn’t expecting the dishy hunk sat behind his large desk playing a game on his smartphone.

Gulp.

Focus Sally, focus.

Steve had said he would start reading out the ‘escritura’ (deeds) to us and that we basically had to say yes to identifying ourselves and confirm the other prompts.  He checked passports against the document… read it through… asked if we understood.  Luiz was our lawyer so he was our official translator… the ladies didn’t have an official translator for their side of the sale so we held our breath to see if we could all get away with that… and their appropriate yes did the trick.  Phew.

And before we knew it… I was asked for my signature. 

It’s really weird how when under pressure you forget how to write your own name.  My hand kind of froze… but the squiggle was apparently legal enough.  Both ladies signed their stressed squiggles and then the Hunk just looked at us, smiled the smile to melt a thousand hearts and put his hand out in congratulations.  We all shook hands, nervously laughed… Steve leaned over and gave me and MGM the keys… and then the Notario Hunk said something in English … and I can’t even remember what it was.

But…

WOOOOOHOOOOOOO!!

IT WAS DONE!

WE’D BOUGHT OUR DREAM HOME!!

Our dream home...
Our dream home…

It seemed inappropriate to do a jig or scream or do something wild… so I railed it in and just hugged MGM and the ladies.

OMG… that dream wee house was now OURS!

Luiz said he’d be in touch with final bills and figures and God knows what… honestly… it’s a permanently changing feast… but at that moment we just didn’t care as he slipped quietly out of the room.

The awkward task that we’d delegated to Steve of telling the ladies that they couldn’t stay on in the house, then had to be broached.  He took it all in his stride and as we all walked down the stairs we could hear him talking of “insurance and legal issues” that would prevent them from being able to stay in a property that was no longer theirs.  We also overheard a snarky response about being “thrown out on their ears”… Mmmmmm.  I kept my mouth shut.  As did MGM.

As My Gorgeous Man and I desperately needed to now get back to the house and let out our 4 legged baby for his comfort breaks… it was agreed that we would drive up to our new home for 5pm to meet the ladies there and take the keys and share goodbyes.  I can’t say we were looking forward to it, in that context… but that’s the way it unfolded.

But after almost 5 hours of intense stress and begging the angels to help us complete the sale… we now had our dream home… and that seemed but a little hoop to jump through  in the bigger scheme of things.  We came up with a charm offensive and went armed with drinks and snacks to share.

The short story is, that when we arrived at our new home at 5pm, the ladies had already left.  They’d left a kind note on the door… and that was it.  We wish them well.  It was a stressful day for all of us and as much as we were over the moon to buy the hoose… it was probably difficult for them to leave behind a house that they had loved.

And so a whole new chapter began for all of us.

The keys to our forever home!

In my next instalment, I’ll be sharing the “WTF have we done” reality of having bought a property with no water, no electricity… and up a 2.5 km track, with a death drop off to the left… or right… depending on whether you are coming or going.  But a death drop none the less.

But on that day almost 3 months ago, as we shared a couple of beers on the roof and watched the sun go down… we honestly couldn’t have been happier.  Never, ever… say never.

Dreams really do come true.

Love,

 

 

 

 

Celebratory beer on the roof!
Celebratory beer on the roof!

Here’s why it’s been all go but ‘no show’…

One of our first sunsets...

You’re right…. it’s been a while since you’ve seen a new post here.  In fact, it’s been over a month since my last confession… ahem, post… but like all procrastinators, I have a good reason.  Life got super, crazy busy… and I simply ran out of steam.

But… 

Yes!!

The sale went through on the 30th July 2018 and we became the proud new owners of our wee miracle home… the full story is coming soon… I promise… because it was one helluva day!  A day to be celebrated and incomprehensible bureaucracy marvelled at.

That wee hoose!
That wee hoose!

We didn’t actually move in until the 1st of October, because there was no electricity, no water, no nothing… and we still had 2 months left on our rental.  There was a huge amount of logistics to be put in place before we finally stepped over the threshold… and it was a tough time of going back and forth, back and forth, trying to co-ordinate non-co-ordinating Spanish plans… and in the middle of all that, Sir Maxelot started to go rapidly downhill again and I was working online and had a wonderfully crazy,  busy run of bookings for healings.

What should have been an exciting time, turned into a marathon of endurance and positive attitude.  We were already exhausted by the time moving day finally came round… and we weren’t even sure if we would be able to get a poorly Sir Maxelot into the car.  That is another miracle to be shared on another day!

Once in the hoose, we literally collapsed as we hit the ground running… had a massive storm and massive flash flood in our first week… the septic tank blocked… we still have no running water… but we do now have the humungous water deposit built to store the water… when we can eventually fill it.   And I’m very relieved to say that our solar power works an absolute treat and the Chatty Cathy setting just keeps telling us what’s being done, stored, powered up, used and basically keeping us novices, right.  We did however learn that starting up a hoover trips the whole system.

We’ve been on a very steep learning curve and it feels that we’ve learnt everything the hard way.  There have been many moments where we started to wonder WTF have we done.  Quite simply, everything has continued to escalate day after day after day.  Some great stuff has happened.  And some really, not so great stuff has happened.  But this is what we signed up for when we chose to leave our conventional Scottish life behind and start afresh in Southern Spain.

But we are here…

in our forever home and it’s ours!

Because there’s so much to share, I’ve opened up a Namaste This Blog Facebook page and Namaste This Blog Instagram account.  This way there’s daily in the moment posting, updates, insights, despair and celebrations… even before all the really juicy ‘stuff’ gets officially blogged.

I’ll hope you’ll come over and join Namaste This on social media… and in the meantime…

Hasta Luego!

Love,

 

 

 

 

Me and my gorgeous boys...
Me and my gorgeous boys…

 

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The Aftermath of the Miracle…

Bye bye Honda and helloooo Jimmy!

The thing is… we all want the miracle… we all dream of the miracle… we long for the miracle, beg for it, ask for it, pray for it and more often than not, don’t quite believe it will ever happen.  So when it does happen… it’s a huge shock and a very welcome head f*ck.   We had committed verbally to purchasing our wee dream home and it turned out that the fun was only just about to begin.

MGM immediately accepted the offer on his flat… and the completion was scheduled for the 17th May 2018.  This meant, the Spanish purchase couldn’t move forward either because we just didn’t have the cash deposit sitting in our rather threadbare back pockets.  There was going to have to be a whole lot of trust that our sellers wouldn’t gazump us… and that MGM’s buyers would see their purchase through.  We signed an agreement to buy, but as the estate agent said, it could just be ripped up with no consequences.  Great.  Good to know…

Our Dream Home!
Our Dream Home!

Add in the ‘not a bonus’ of MGM having to return to Scotland to sign his final sale papers and a whole bigger picture began to emerge that was an organisational wet dream for My Gorgeous Man’s project management mind… and a bit of a nightmare for my ‘just go with the flow’ approach.

So here’s the very condensed version of May and June. 

SHIT!! 

Our trusty Honda estate’s MOT’s due date was rapidly approaching… and there were some worrying rattling suspension noises that we’d been successfully ignoring.  We looked into the costs and bureaucratic complexities of re-nationalising the Honda onto Spanish number plates… but jeeeeezo… it was pricey.  I mean really pricey.  More dosh than could be justified for such an old car.

So the decision was made that MGM would drive the Honda back to Bonnie Scotland, get her serviced, MOT’d and sold, while selling his flat, and unpacking, repacking and courier-ing out to Spain some of our most treasured belongings that had been secretly stashed in his mother’s attic since we left last year and really wanted to have in our new home.

Of course, MGM taking the Honda back, meant that we had to buy a Spanish car pretty damn quick… as in we had 10 days.  What we discovered was that second hand Spanish cars are HUGELY EXPENSIVE… and when you don’t have the lingo or a clue what’s actually going on… it’s a frikking nightmare. 

Cue a big heart. 
Our friendly English mechanic along the road said he would help us and come and check out anything we wanted to see… phew. 

Cue another miracle! 

My Gorgeous Man during his online car hunt saw a post in our local community Facebook page… for a 4×4 Kangoo which is the preferred vehicle for the rural roads here.  It’s a bit like a Postman Pat van and a whole world away from our old Saab convertible that we’d bought on our return to the UK from Hong Kong 3 years ago… which had been reluctantly traded in for the trusty family Honda with the massive boot to accommodate the arrival of our princely greyhound giant, Sir Maxelot. 

But, wouldn’t you believe it, it turned out the Kangoo was being sold by a Scottish woman who had followed her dream to live out here 4 years ago.  It’s a beautiful small world we live in! 

So off we went with our friendly mechanic to check it out.  Only a fifteen minute drive away, we drove up the narrow, steep track, past an abandoned red double decker bus (God knows how it got there) and into the drive of the most perfectly gorgeous hobbit house we’d ever seen.  And Mary was there to greet us.  But just as we turned round to introduce said mechanic, we saw him peeing up against one of her trees.  The silence was actually hilarious.  Not phased or put off at all, (because that’s how life rolls here in Orgiva) the inspection went ahead and then we all shook on the sale. Her rescue dogs witnessed the transaction as the deposit was handed over and the ‘deal’ was scribbled out on a scrap of paper.  And she had 10 days to find her new car before MGM took the Honda back to the UK.

Cue, crazy car purchasing paperwork!  Holy Moly.  I went to our friendly legal advice office for expats… Alpujarra Conect… and every time I went in there I thought I’d remember what they said and had understood what was needed… but obviously not.  I had to go to the town hall… get a document for ‘Empandronamiento’… get that stamped, get it copied, get copies of the Spanish version of the V5, MOT thingy… and cough up roughly £200 for the pleasure of transferring the name from our new found compatriots to mine… and get a real lawyer to do the actual paperwork in Granada for us because there was no way we were going to try that ourselves.  It had taken me 2 attempts to get the town hall right.  Google translate was no match for the blank looks at my increasingly embarrassed and panicky attempts to explain myself. I found it all a tad stressful and felt a right numpty if truth be told.

Sir Maxelot Meets Jimmy the Kangoo
Sir Maxelot meets Jimmy…

But eventually we welcomed Jimmy the Kangoo into our lives.  Yup.  Our Kangoo was a Scottish Jimmy before he even came to us… and he is a right character.  We loved him from the word go.  Noisy, rattley, a bit battered on the outside but with a strong heart , temperamental gear box and just full of character…  We had our ‘campo car’ at last and it was another step deeper into permanent life in Spain.

So the day dawned that My Gorgeous Man was to leave me, Sir Maxelot and Jimmy ensconced in our little rental in the Alpujarra mountains.  Now, I normally like my alone time and space, but on this occasion I got all weepy and girly at him leaving.  And as I waved him off down the drive, my heart was heavy.  MGM drove off with a beep of the horn and there was nothing for it but to open a bottle of cheap plonk, dive into Netflix and cuddle Sir Maxelot… as much as you can cuddle a non-demonstrative, mini sized pony. 

My Gorgeous Man had a long and lonely 3 day journey ahead of him involving a mid Spain pit stop and a run for the Bilbao ferry with a 28 hour sea ride to Portsmouth without wifi… and another 8 odd hours drive up to Edinburgh through the night.  And he would only return to us in Spain when his flat was sold and the Honda was sold.

MGM drives off...
MGM drives off…

My absent hero.

It wasn’t good timing though because a couple of days later our beloved old Sir Maxelot’s health took a dive.  So much so that I couldn’t even get him into Jimmy to take him to the healer who’d been taking care of him.  She came to us instead.  Poor Max.  The stress of living with feral cats determined to stand their ground and taunt him was taking its toll on his nervous system and general old age arthritic kronky, fragility.  And when she told me about a good vet 40 minutes away on the coast in Motril, rather than the local one in Orgiva, I knew what she was saying.  He really was on the edge.  And all his issues were exacerbated by the fact that he was pining for MGM. 

Oh those boys… interspecies adoration… what a pair.

It was not a good time.

MGM and I started sharing WhatsApps on speaker phone so Max could hear his voice… I became primary dog nurse and emotional picker-upper and just kept on praying and praying that he would stay with us until MGM could get back.  But as yet there was no fixed date for My Gorgeous Man to return.

Not a happy boy... and cuddling his sheep...
Not a happy boy… and cuddling his sheep…

So with MGM finally arriving back on Scottish home turf and feeling extremely jaded, out of sorts and with a very sore heart for his furry baby, he started getting his flat in order for the final sale, holding his patience and tongue with estate agents and lawyers who didn’t do what they said they would do and juggling, car MOT’s, services, staying with his family and sneaking up into his mother’s attic to unpack, repack those personal treasures that we’d been missing.

Scrabbling through boxes in the attic was not as easy as he thought it would be.  It’s still a sore subject… but eventually 3 new 30kg boxes were filled and waved off with the courier with the promise of them arriving with me in Spain…in 5 days.

Well, our boxes of books, my remaining crystals and MGM’s DIY tools, and our shared home delights made it to Granada in super quick time and then promptly disappeared off the radar and the face of the earth.

The UK couriers blamed Spain and Spain knew nothing and the black hole of all black holes just got deeper and deeper.

In the meantime… THE day had come and MGM signed the paperwork on the sale of his flat and he sighed a mahoosive sigh of relief as the buyers had niggled, questioned, hummed and hawed at every turn and MGM then had to survive another 5 days of agony praying that the central heating wouldn’t give up or something else wouldn’t fall apart that he’d still be liable for.  I do believe that MGM had a substantial hangover the morning after signing.   Of course, none of this ‘flat sale stress’ was helped by the couriers only being contactable through computer messages and chats without a human in sight to help us find our boxes.

Our boxes were absolutely nowhere to be found. My Gorgeous Man’s blood pressure was pretty high and even my usual “it’ll be alright” attitude, now had an underlying tension with added dollops of doubt.

Now, the Honda still had to get through its MOT but as expected, it failed.  Cue more repairs without the help of a friendly mechanic along the road and a considerable sum was added to the credit card to get our trusty estate back on its legal feet.  But we still couldn’t actually sell it, because the V5 that had been requested to change from my name into MGM’s name so that he could sell it, still hadn’t appeared.  So another few days were spent in suspended limbo waiting for that to land… and, of course, a buyer still had to be found.

C’mon Universe!  More miracles puleeeeez!!!

It had been almost 2 weeks that MGM had been away, Sir Maxelot wasn’t doing well, the V5 was still missing and I was SO over having quiet alone time in the casita while our treasured belongings were lost somewhere in the depths of Spain.

The Universe answered!  Cue miracle!

MGM’s brother’s neighbour was interested in our Honda!  Cue sale! 

WOOOOHOOOO!!! 

Now… to wait for the V5. 

Well, wouldn’t you know it, but it angelically floated down onto the doormat the very next day! And MGM promptly booked his flight home.

That day offered us 3 steps forward and a giant leap back as we heard that our 3 x 30kg boxes had allegedly been signed for, delivered and yet were still nowhere to be found.

Cue, a desperate visit to Alpujarra Conect… who very soon wished I’d never walked through their door needing a translator and phone call to be made.  MGM was sending PDFs, screenshots, photos of boxes and messages from the UK and I was standing in Spain piecing it all together for the translation to be passed on.

Their initial call to the help line, revealed that our tracking number didn’t exist and another number in an office down on the coast was offered up.  But still no answers and still no boxes.

The good news though, was that MGM was now coming home! 

Because Sir Maxelot was so weak… one of our dear friends went to Malaga to pick MGM up straight off his ‘stag party’ of a Ryanair flight as we had agreed it wouldn’t be a good idea to leave our furry baby alone for the 4 hours round trip.   And later that night,  as our hero walked in the door Sir Maxelot’s tailed wagged and his spirit’s picked up and he turned a corner. 

My boys reunited...
My boys reunited… and resting.,

That’s the healing power of love. 

And I didn’t take it personally. 

MGM is pretty special after all.

Back home, and after a marathon sleep, MGM got on the case of the lost boxes with full force.

Phone calls to automated UK systems, phone calls to offices that knew nothing… phone calls to people who knew nothing… messages through automated systems that knew nothing… supervisors dragged in that didn’t want to know anything or do anything.  Calls to Alpujarra Conect who were just as confused as we were.  Drives to Granada and the promises of boxes being in the depot.  The promises of local courier drivers saying that he’d seen them and would bring them.  The joy of a delivery saying the boxes were in town, only to be confronted with 3 boxes that looked nothing like ours and were for a German recipient.  The sheer frustration and desperation and lesson in non attachment to material possessions was un-frikking-believable

Honestly… the stress of not giving up on our lost possessions was taking it’s toll and MGM was permanently at his wits end… and yet still determined to win.

It took a total of 3 week’s to be reunited with our boxes.  And it wouldn’t have been a happy ending if My Gorgeous Hero of a Man hadn’t been so bloody stubborn and determined to track them down, pin people down and go way beyond any customer’s limits of sanity and belief, to get them back.

Dumped Boxes
Our precious boxes… dumped…

But he did.  Long story short… they were eventually dumped in the foyer of Alpujarra Conect, battered and partly open but…. they really were there.  Hardly daring to breathe, we opened them up on the lawn and the miracle was…. all contents were there and amazingly in tact.  Even my crystals had made it in one piece.

The irony of the cushion was not lost on us...
The irony of the cushion was not lost on us…

It turned out the tracking number had been changed.
Why?
We’ll never know.
And we almost didn’t care.

And in amongst all of that chaos, we paid the deposit on our dream wee home.  That in itself also proved to be challenging because IBAHN numbers kept coming back as invalid, addresses didn’t correspond, the names we were given didn’t match and it was another lesson in breathing with patience, love and trust as our pounds became euros and our dream finally became a reality.

We were emotionally wrung out…

And yet there was more.

The ever shifting conditions, inclusions, boundaries and details of the property became confusingly blurry… and we began to wonder if the actual day of the purchase would ever go ahead.

If you’ve never bought a property in Spain then you can’t begin to imagine how  bureaucratic chaos becomes the legally binding transaction for one of the most important things you’ll ever do in your life.

And that’s what I’ll share in my next instalment.  The day we purchased our wee dream home and the enormous realisation of the what it actually meant not to have any electricity or running water.

Love,

 

PS…. TOP TIP FOR CLEANSING YOUR CRYSTALS

First of all check your crystals can be put in water.  I like to sit them under the tap so it’s almost like a waterfall of water over them, cleansing and clearing away dust, and energetic residue.

Then I love to put them outside in the sun (note that not all crystals like direct sunlight!)  so they can breathe and charge up energetically.  You can also ‘moon bathe’ crystals, which is especially powerful during the phase of the full moon.

All my crystals are cleared energetically and attuned to my energy and some of them have special tasks and roles.  I’ll talk more about that another time.

In the meantime… here’s all my beloved crystals lying out on the terrace and breathing in the light,  after their traumatic adventure of being ‘lost’ somewhere in Spain!

crystals
My crystals breathing a sigh of relief out on the terrace…