I lost a love. A dream was shattered. Broken Dreams.

There’s been a lot of that lately. Has it happened to you? What did you do?

Most likely, you pushed the pain down and soldiered on. But the pain didn’t go away, did it? It’s a little lump somewhere. In your heart, your belly, the ache between your shoulders. The heaviness or fatigue.

We haven’t been given permission to grieve-the-loss of a dream. We never learned at school how to deal with disappointment. Try harder. Suck it up. Do better next time. Or worse still, I remember getting 94% on a math test and my father sitting with me. We went over every single bloody question and answer. To find that missing 6%, so I wouldn’t FAIL again.

(I’d imagined accolades, praise and celebrations. Approval.)

We push the pain away.

The harder we fight not-to-grieve the bigger the pain grows.

But the loss of a dream is also the loss of a love.

The missed wedding, family get-together. Drinks with friends down the pub. The vacation we’d planned. The job opportunity that slipped away. Time with the grandkids. The baby who left before it even began life. Illness and sickness robbing us of our dreams. Rules and regulations breaking our spirits as we watch dreams drift away.

We all experience loss at some time. It’s part of life. But the past year and a half has seen a lot of dreams die.

The loss of a dream is also the loss of a love. Something we cherished. Something that sustained us. As real, my darling, as any other love.

By acknowledging the loss. Accepting our hurts. We give ourselves the grace to grieve. We don’t have closure. But we have changed.

I see how brave you’ve been. But do you?

Honour your precious feelings. They’re real. They are grief.

All of them: shock, denial, physical and emotional pain. Guilt and  anger. Bargaining and depression. Deep sadness and futility. We lose direction and focus. At times we lose hope. Our spiritual path may be challenged.  And these emotions don’t come in a nice neat package. Grief is messy.

Don’t stuff your feelings. They’ll come back to bite you. Sure, it’s not appropriate to sit and sob the rest of your life away. But it is perfectly acceptable to have a good cry. To rage at the Great Goodness. To eat a pint of ice cream. And to talk.

Talk to a friend.

Or a counselor or life coach. Your priest, or spiritual advisor. Other people you know who have gone through the same broken dreams.

Even social media has its merits. Just not your public page. Join a group of like-minded people. Stay away from the Negative Nellies. And delete the friends and followers who make you cringe. It’s a time for supportive people.

That’s not the ‘think positive thoughts and all will be well’ people. And definitely get away from ‘now why did you attract this experience?’ peeps. They’re really good at helping you get stuck in a guilt/powerless cycle. Delete. Block. Yes, there’s a time for reflection. But when you are in grief mode this type of thinking actually causes a lot of damage.

The grief of broken dreams is hard enough, so remember you don’t have to do it alone.

You are never alone.

New paths will open. New dreams will gently appear. There are always rainbows ahead. Don’t force yourself to see them, let them reveal themselves to you. I promise they will appear when you accept your grief and stop fighting the pain.

Use the free resources here on the site. These are my gift to you. When I’m able, I open up spaces for my Tea for Two Complimentary Consultations. Check in with me if that feels like something you’d like to explore. And I’ve always room for one more client who’d like to start Feeling Absolutely Fabulous.

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What if the day didn’t come? The perfect day.

(Actually, she had mental illness and wasn’t a happy person at all. But she kept waiting to be rescued from herself and eventually died alone in a nursing home this year 2021.)

My mind wanders to an intense conversation. Sitting in a car outside a liquor store, while the rain lashed down. It ended with me telling her I hoped she didn’t end up on her death bed looking back with regret at all the dreams she didn’t follow. Because the right day hadn’t happened.

She threw me out the car to walk home in the rain. Not the first or last time she threw me out!

But the memory of this one is particularly poignant. Because she helped me find an important truth.

That perfect day never comes

The perfect day when you have the money. Or the time. Are the right weight, age or live in the perfect home.

Some of the best things I’ve ever done for myself were when the timing was completely off!

Reiki Master Training in the middle of college exams. I was the teacher and my work load was off the charts. Starting my own holistic practice when no one had heard of holistic health care, and I was stony broke to boot! Leaving the USA in the middle of a pandemic.

I’ll tell some stories another day, but for now…

Don’t put off life.

Don’t wait for that day.

Live out loud.

Take the challenge.

Life is what happens to you in the imperfect moments.

So, go ahead, just say YES to life. And let’s start enjoying each day. Yes, there’s gonna be moments that suck. But they shouldn’t define our lives. EVER!

I’m opening up my on-line practice again. Celebrating life with hypnotherapy, coaching and healing. And I’d love to work with you. If you’ve made it this far, what’s the future have in store. Contact me now if you’re ready to seize the day and live your fabulous life.

What are you waiting for?

Big love

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Hooray for sunshine and sunny days.

(Trigger warning: depression and loss. However,  we are going to turn that around with lessons learned and how to find joy.)

I’ve been struggling lately. Missing family + friends. Grieving deaths in the family. Grieving endings as we entered another round of restrictive lockdowns. At times, sadness and loneliness have overwhelmed me.

The black dog a visitor hovering in the shadows.

Yesterday I felt the light crack through. Yes, day three of sunshine and warmth definitely helped. Warmed me up for sure! But what really cracked through the shell of sadness was kindness.

I received an abundance of kindness

I’d sipped my tea, looking at the ocean and listening to the crashing waves. And I wearily lugged myself up to my office and opened the computer. The first email brought tears to my eyes. The good kind!

There was an offer of help. From a relatively new person in my life. As is everybody right now. Moving does that. And moving during a pandemic makes it hard to make new friends and acquaintances. Everybody is in hiding here in Portugal as we obey curfews and travel restrictions. Can’t even go out and have a cup of tea. No wonder my descent into depression. But I digress…

I’ve been having a struggle and someone reached out to help me. An offer of help, a gesture of kindness.

The tears welled, as I opened another email. A beautiful note of sympathy and compassion from a student. I had to take some time off from teaching as both my mother-in-law and my mother passed unexpectedly. 9 days apart. (And no, deffo not the C-word! Although, both of them had forms of senile dementia and I can’t imagine how scary their last days may have been.)

Then, a long-time colleague then invited me to her on-line Church Service, back in Ottawa. Next, a friend from Washington sent me photos of her and her son playing in the snow. (He wanted Auntie Jacqui to see his snow angel.)

As more loving messages poured into my various in-boxes, it was Valentine’s after all, the dam broke. The tears flowed.

I sobbed

Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m a good crier. Although that’s not always been the case, I admit. But I learned how important it was to stop bottling up feelings. Did you know that they build-up? Leading in many cases to illness. Or, as in my case, when I was younger…explosions! I’ve learned how healing it is to just let the tears flow.

But yesterday was something else.

No dainty tears. Dabbing my eyes with a tissue. What I call ‘princess tears.’ (I’ve actually always been rather jealous of those women who can have a good cry, wipe their nose, smile and look like nothing happened.) Full blown. Noisy wails. Snotty, ugly, smushed-up face crying. That left me with eyes like golfballs, a rather red, sticky face and of course nose like a beetroot.

I felt blessed. So bloody grateful. Love. Supported.

And the black dog was chased from the corners of my mind.

I let the sunshine in

So, the photo is me. After I washed my face and popped on some lippy. Movie star sunglasses covering the swollen eyes. A little sunblock taming the beetroot nose. I went to the beach. Breathed the sea air. Stretched my body. Lifted my face to the sunshine and let the joy in.

And I have a few takeaways from this that I’d like to share with you:

Do not hold back your love. Let people know you care. As we never know what people are going through. A simple act of kindness can make someone’s day. And, if it doesn’t, then there’s no harm done. Compassion.

Don’t give up. Remember, Dear Heart, that there is always, always sunshine and rainbows ahead. But sometimes you’ve just got to stop holding on and holding it together so tightly. Allow yourself to fall. You will be caught. Trust.

And FFS ask for help when you need it. (Swearing emphasis is for me, not necessarily you. This is the one I suck at.) There are of course genuine jerks out there. You know who they are. (Mostly. Sometimes there’s a surprise and when that happens remember it’s just a piece of information about them. Not you.) As I said, mostly we know who they are. Don’t go to them.

Start with asking the Great Goodness for help. A simple prayer. An invocation to the goddess. Whatever way spirit moves you. Then keep your eyes peeled. And your heart open. The good guys will show up. Always. Vulnerability.

So, today I’m sharing my joy. Sharing some sunshine. Wishing you love and laughter. Especially now in these depressing and scary times. Connection.

A new circle of life: Compassion, Trust, Vulnerability, Connection.

If you aren’t subscribed, please do sign-up for my emails. (There’s a nice little link on the side bar to the right.) Join me for Afternoon Tea with Jacqueline. Sporadic notes and voice messages of hope, love and inspiration. A gentle uplift in the midst of a chaotic time. An oasis. A time out from the world’s uncertainty. It’s my gift to you. Paying the goodness and kindness forward.

Please drop me a comment below. Let me know how you are doing? How’s life treating you? Where’s your sunshine?

Stay fabulous!

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Chatting with a friend this morning, I expressed how I’m feeling up and down. How the Holidays were bloody uncomfortable and I was emotionally exhausted by them. Even though I’d had lots of down time.

In fact, I was cherishing the return to work. Looking at my schedule. Planning the day. Updating to-do lists and finding my priorities. And this exploration led to me realising that I’m in need of routines.

Have you been finding that routines have fallen by the way side as we live the health crisis? The break of routine that the holidays normally brings just added to my sense of chaos. I felt kinda unglued at times.

And Darci said the magic words

It’s like walking between worlds.

OMG! It hit me between the eyes. Yes, living right now is surreal and I often feel as if I’m walking between worlds.

For some this may manifest as a need to keep going. To be constantly on the go. Racing around. Busy working, scheduling, making things happen. Doing, doing, doing!

(and that’s do-ing not doing like a bell, but maybe)

For others it may be the need to stay in bed a bit longer. Surf the web a little more. Scroll through social media for hours. Curl up with a book and disappear into fiction. Or Netflix. Disconnected from the world, but strangely in it.

And if you’re like me, a bit of all of it!

I’ve found myself at times terribly disconnected. Dissociated from my body, my life, the places around me. This in turn causing introspection. Am I reverting to childhood learned behaviors? Just to cope with the unreality of the day to day?

And truth be told, the answer is often ‘yes’.

So I’ve beaten myself up. I’ve done so much personal growth work. Worked through my traumas. Forgiven myself and those who didn’t get me. 30 years of personal growth, study and insight. Only to be back in old patterns.

What about all the clients and students I’ve been teaching over the years? Did I mislead them? Am I a failure? (Just like my dad said to the little girl that got less than 100% on the maths test. Came last in the race. Dropped her ice cream. Cried at the sad movie.) Have I let people down because I’m not perfect?

And then hearing those words, ‘walking between worlds.’ It washed away.

We are all in a state of crisis. The world is in crisis. We can run. We can hide. But at the end of the day, we are living a different life than we’ve ever lived before.

For some this comes easier than others. Many of you who read my blog and subscribe to my writings etc. are HSP. Highly Sensitive People. We are drawn to each other, like moths to a flame. Others who are sensitive and see/feel/sense the world through our unique magnifying glasses.

We walk past the elderly person, puffing and breathing with difficulty as their mask flaps in and out with each breath. And we feel for them. We want to reach out, tell them it’s okay. Take the mask off. Breathe deeply together. We’ll hug and comfort each other. But we can’t. We don’t know how they’ll react. We may cause them more pain. More hurt. So, we feel and continue to walk past.

The child crying because they don’t want to wear a mask or because they’re frightened of the masked person coming toward them. We feel their fear, confusion and pain. We want to hug them. To comfort them. Again, we don’t have that authority. It’s the parents’ choice. We feel and we continue to walk past.

The news and social media pages filled with angst, sorrow and fear. We can’t just turn it off. We feel it. Sense it. See it all. We can’t make it better.

And so, dearheart, sometimes we just have to switch it off. It’s too much. And we are left with the sense of being of the world and not belonging.

Walking Between Worlds

If this isn’t you, you’ve not made it this far into my story. So, welcome fellow kindred-spirit. Welcome to walking between the worlds with each other.

My teacher Stuart Wilde taught me I was a fringe-dweller. One who sees and participates in the world from a different viewpoint. At times I’ve felt it a cop-out. That sometimes all I could do was watch, from the fringes. But I realise now that it’s just how I manage through life sometimes. A coping mechanism for the highly sensitive.

2020 felt like survival-mode. Of course, some of us step outside to survive. It’s okay to dissociate. To be between worlds for a while. To be a fringe-dweller and watch. I made a lot of life changes last year, and most of it seems unreal. 2021 I’m starting out by allowing this to sink in. Sink in deeply.

I ended the year by beginning Afternoon Tea with Jacqueline. Sending out uplifting, vulnerable messages in written and audio format. I planned to do it often. I just couldn’t. So, I send them as I’m able to share hope, faith and tenderness. I chose to make it free to subscribers. To offer a gift. And I’ve been astounded and hugely uplifted to hear back. Messages of love and hope from people like us. HSP.

We need to find hope within the chaos.

Pockets of peace. This way we can live between the worlds, until we feel safe again. Do sign-up for my emails to receive health tips and of course, Afternoon Tea with Jacqueline. a few minutes every now and again to come back to connection. To step back into our world. The world of HSP, Highly Sensitive People.

Go head and find your routines. Gently. Tenderly. Truly, it helps. And I promise to be here, holding the space Walking Between Worlds for us. Drop me a comment below if this resonates. I’d love to hear from you.

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OMG! I have a story to share today. Is Okay.

Imagine if you will, we’re sitting together. Sipping tea. This is Afternoon Tea with Jacqueline. A sample of how we can connect during the Health Crisis.

(If you prefer to listen, here’s a link.)

As you know, I’m in Portugal right now. Embracing the sunshine, fresh foods and local wines.

What I haven’t talked about is the ‘bureaucracy.’ The paperwork that allows me to be here.

Yesterday’s adventure was to go to the Tavira Camara (that’s the town hall in Tavira.) As instructed by the Loule Camara, to register for a temporary residency visa. On the journey to get to this appointment, I’ve had 6 interactions with a lawyer. Just to get a six-month lease sorted, so I could apply. More on this later.

And, we’ve had a roof leak this week, with my office getting somewhat damp! And the threat of the patio doors no longer holding back the onslaught until hubby waded in and unblocked a drain. Breathe, Jacqui, breathe!

So, back to Wednesday’s adventure: paperwork in hand, off I set. Got my numbered ticket. Waited for an hour. And watched as they decided to close early and ignore me.

YIKES! A local man, speaking fluent Portuguese, interjected on my behalf. And I was squeaked in!

The process going well, I signed and dated the form. As the rush of relief started to flood over me, the clerk looked up and said ‘You live in Almancil?’ Yes, I do. So, it turns out that the Loule Camara was where I had to file, and I was ushered out.

I went for coffee. It’s what one does here.

I sipped the scalding hot, milky beverage and breathed. A tear slid down my right cheek.

So, off to Loule! Closed for lunch. Lunch is 2 hours here. A lovely, disembodied phone voice told me to try calling after 2. 2:30 and I assigned hubby to the task. I’d decided to wander around Primark for some new leggings and an umbrella. Half-an-hour later and Hubby bounces up to me, somewhat Tigger like.

I’ve got an appointment. Hooray! It’s in 28 days…

But I’ll be over the 90 days allowed without a permit. “Is okay!” being the standard reply.

I continued shopping. By now, I’ve 2 x pairs leggings, a leopard-print umbrella, 2 x pairs lace knickers and a lemon-ginger scented-reed make-the-room-smell-lovely-thingy. Obviously, next stop was to find a sweater and a blouse to go with the leggings. Perhaps more panties? Oh yes, and a couple of fake eucalyptus swatches with tiny yellow lights.

Hubby sat quietly on a bench and sipped a coffee. Smart man!

Retail therapy to the rescue! I went home. Cooked a curry dinner. Sipped a glass of wine. And had an absolutely bonkers melt-down. Two hours. Crying. Sobbing. Nasty crying, not Princess crying. No delicate dabbing a tissue under my eyes. Sobbing, wailing, snotty and salty.

This morning I have a puffy face. My eyes look somewhat like golf balls. Pink golf balls. I’ve a hang-over. A frustration hang-over. Time to call a friend.

I’m talked off the edge. This is the way it is. In other words, I’m no longer in Canada, America or England. This is Mediterranean living.

“Is okay!”

So, I’ve decided to take a long weekend. I will finish today’s student evaluations. Spend time with a delightful client. And pull the plug for the next 3 days. No bureaucracy. No work. I plan to lunch tomorrow at the Beach Bar, with a gin tonica and a novel. Toes in the sand. Is okay!

Saturday, I’ll maybe invest time in some grocery shopping…or not. Depends on how the wind blows me.

And Sunday, similarly I’ll be my eccentric Brit self and made a traditional roast dinner with all the trimmings, for two. Probably wear my new jeggings and the new olive-lace blouse.

I summoned-up my inner Tony Montana this Tuesday when I had to face the lawyer. “Say hello to my little friend.”

Click this link to see me morph into Scarface. Just for kicks and giggles.

Swinging between I take no prisoners and going with the flow. Therefore, I guess I’ve found some balance. Just for today!

What’s going on with you? How are you coping? Is the health crisis making you sad, angry, up and down? Or have you found a place of peace and contentment. Shoot me a line back and let me know how you’re doing.

Above all, remember that I’m here for you. Don’t forget to sign-up for my updates. Come and have Afternoon Tea with me.

And remember to follow me on Instagram @JFairbrass, and keep in touch.

Thank you for being you and sharing you with me.

Big love,

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I’ve been pondering.

I received a beautifully written story of how J.K. Rowlings’ personal feelings had left a Hogswarts fan feeling abandoned. Betrayed! (For those not in the know, the Harry Potter author took as stand against transgender self identification. You can read about it here.)

And it stopped me in my tracks. I sat. Thinking. Feeling. Being. Pondering.

And I had an epiphany. And ‘aha’ moment. Oh, how often have I created a persona in my mind? Only to discover, that they weren’t that person at all. A movie star playing a role that made my heart sing. While I forgot they were simply acting. The sweet young man I developed a major crush on. Turning them into the starring role of Prince Charming in my dreams.

The spiritual leader with all the answers who became the Guru. Allowing me to give away my power and follow their lead. Making spirit easy.

They were my creations!

The bond was never real. They don’t know me from a hole in the ground. And, truth be told, I don’t know them either.

I know the ‘story’ in my mind. Just like reading a book. Imagining the characters. I made them up!

So, I thought I’d share a story with you. you might recognise a little piece of you in the story. Let’s go pondering.

One day my brother told me that Gary Glitter had been imprisoned for pedophilia. (Again, for those not in the know, Gary Glitter was a rock + roll sensation in the UK and Europe when I was a young girl.)

He was England based. But avoided prosecution for years by living in Vietnam. Where he continued to assault children. And has been imprisoned in the UK since 2012.

My heart broke. I couldn’t believe it.

My memory is GG decked out in glitter. In his platform boots (which I’d have given my eye-teeth to own.) Prancing up and down the catwalk stage. Belting out songs and strutting his stuff. Sequined vest and hairy chest. Larger than life. And obviously a rock and roll hero.

I was 14. Snuck into Anabel’s in Southend-on-Sea. Dressed up to the nines. Fave mini dress, highest heels and as much make-up as I could get-away-with. (It was an over 18 venue, but I had to see him. I had to!)

To look back and realise his sexual taste was for children younger than his audience. Ugh! I have no words…

And his music.

The background of my life. OK. I exaggerate. I forgot about GG as I became a wife and then a mother. Life changed. I moved on. And then one day after moving to Canada, puttering in the kitchen. Hubby watching the hockey on TV. And I was pulled-back to being an excited 14 year old.

Gary Glitter’s Rock and Roll Part 2, blaring away. An organist pounding it out. While the crowd sang along. A Canadian Hockey Goal song. Which became a sporting sing-along-song the world over! How many of us have heard the song? Joined in and sang along?

And didn’t even know that it was a UK Glam Rock sensation from the early 70s!

Check out Gary in his glitter and boots, the song and how it became a global sports sensation here. It’s a quick video.

The FUN

Telling my girls what the song meant to me. Their shocked faces that mum knew a Hockey song. Sharing the naughtiness of my sneaking into a Disco. Who is this person? Mum became a little more real in their minds. We became closer.

The kids in turn growing up with a new GG, Hockey Night in Canada.

And then the nasty facts of who he really is.

Did I throw away his music? No. Do I get as much enjoyment? Yes, but there’s a pause before I make the choice to enjoy the music. To laugh, dance, and strut my stuff.

Would I still give my eye-teeth for the boots? Not so much. I’ve changed.

Did Gary Glitter change? It would seem not. But the image I had of him did. The story I’d created about him did.

I’m 63 now. And I’ve had many experiences of loss. The sense of betrayal. Disappointment. But I never knew the people, just the story I’d created.

And I’ve been pondering.

Should I throw away Michael Jackson? Doreen Virtue? Yogi Bhajan? Did I set these people up to be gurus? Somehow above mere mortals. Because of their creativity. Their magic?

I could beat myself up. For ever loving. For trusting. (And that leads to a rabbit-hole around relationships in general.)

So, no. I grieve the loss. Acknowledging the disappointment. The betrayal. And owning it all as part of this rich and beautiful human experience. For without the crappy bits of people, we wouldn’t see the beauty.

Have you lost a hero/heroine/shero? Are you pondering too? Let me know. Let’s explore this together. My fave question comes to mind

how does it make you feel?

Big love,

BTW, if you’d like to read the Story that inspired this blog, please click here.

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Clutter clearing doesn’t have to be a chore. In fact, it can be an absolute delight. My handbag story brings me so much joy!

I bought a new hand-bag. It’s absolutely perfect for me. I fell in love, and guess what…I’d cleaned out my old purses and hand-bags that I no longer love. So there was room for this one.

And I bought a new hand-bag.

Clear out what no longer serves you. One of the purses I got rid of was a Coach gold purse with a hot pink interior. Absolutely gorgeous, but I was over it and it was taking up real estate in the closet.

Oh look…it’s navy with flowers…I think I should. Don’t you?

Remember, we’re spirit being having a human experience. Don’t be  too hard on yourself.

Ooh, another lesson. Clutter clearing at its finest.

Big love until next time…

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I caught some kind of downright nasty bug. A cold, with a hacking cough. And a snotty nose. And other icky symptoms of grossness. But the worst. OH lordie, the worst-possible-thing-to-get…FATIGUE!

I slumped against the side of the shower. Sat down to brush my teeth. And the thought of getting dressed brought a sad, lonely, little tear to my eye.

Clean PJs. Fluffy slippers. Snuggly leopard-print robe. I shuffled into the kitchen.

“Wow…you look dreadful? Wassup?”

Thanks, hubby! Across the top of my glasses…I gave him the look. He immediately attended to my tea.

And I cancelled my plans.

I’ll rest + repair. Feet up. Netflix. Lashings of hot tea. I’ll be fine!

Day Two: I haven’t recovered. What the eff? I did my resting, I drank the fluids, I took the herbs. I’m a holistic health expert. I don’t get sick. I caught a nasty bug, but surely I should bounce back quicker.

Patience…

Today is Day Five. So far this week: I’ve cancelled clients. I’ve also postponed student evaluations. And shuffled  my schedule, to boot. (I was on Insta and read Helen Mirren explaining to Americans that to boot means also…so I thought you might like to know.)

I’ve slept more than 60 hours our of 5 days. Slept!

And still, I’m tired. Fatigued. Down right knackered.

Sometimes the hardest thing in the world to acknowledge is that ‘I’m only human.’ Yes, I know how to take care of myself, and you. And I teach you how to care for yourself. But today, I look in the mirror…’healer, heal thyself.’

Sometimes the healing process is a quick repair. Sometimes the damage is deeper + needs more time. Whether that’s body, mind, emotions or spirit.

Ill-health, nasty bug, head cold or something really horrible, gives us the opportunity to slow-down, self-care and reflect. It reminds us how important our holistic health + wellness is. Whether an old-hand at this game of life, or newer to the holistic lifestyle.

Sometimes we need some TLC: a friend to bring soup, a shoulder to cry on, a coach to guide, a counselor to listen and reflect with. Other times to need to be that…for us.

Natural healing begins with self-care. So, as I care for me, I’m sharing how with you. If you haven’t already, grab a complimentary copy of Top Tips to Feeling Absolutely Fabulous. Just sign-up on the right-hand side of the page here.

I’m back to bed. Tea + a book. Healing takes the time it takes. And you know what? I’d rather all this snot + such was out rather than in my head + chest? No meds to suppress, just herbs to help me clear it on through.

What do you think? I’d love to know. Comments below.

Stay fabulous,

Jacqueline

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Recently I had the pleasure of working with a lovely young lady, who’d has the pants scared off her by an image on the internet. Not sleeping, sharing a room with her little brother, and getting increasingly anxious and irritated.

That’s no way for an 8 year old to go through life? So, we talked. Came up with some plans. And with the support of her lovely mum, we got started on getting this little sweetie Feeling Absolutely Fabulous.

And I remembered a lovely, little guided meditation I’d do with my girls when they were little…

Aha, we talked Guardian Angels, stars and rainbows…and a new meditation was born.

Then a client going through a nasty break-up was having sleep issues. No kidding! Been there and got the tee-shirt. So, I said ‘wanna try a meditation made to help kids sleep.’ Cut to the chase…she loves it, and she’s sleeping safely and the anxiety is dispersing.

So, then I was pondering how broken-sleep and sleep deprivation is a huge issue for so many people. I sent a copy to my list, but just in case you missed it or you have only just joined (you are joining me aren’t you?) I thought I’d post it here.

Then do me a big favor, check it out and let me know how it works for you.

AND…MY BIG ASK…IF YOU HAVE ANY LITTLE ONES IN YOUR LIFE, ESPECIALLY SENSITIVE KIDDIES, PLEASE GIVE THEM A COPY OR SHARE WITH THEIR PARENTS.

Please & thanks.

You may download to any device, and just listen at bed-time. That’s it. Sweet, simple and fabulous! It’s not long and you’ll drift off into beautiful, peaceful sleep.

(And oh yes, my adorable little client is back in her bed. Her anxiety is fading, and her mum is getting the sleep she needs too. The ripple effect. My work her is done!)

Are you next? Need some help, I’m here for you. Message me or check out Work With Me for more info.

In the meantime, enjoy your Gift, just click the image below to download, and enjoy peaceful sleep. And, as always, Stay Fabulous!

Big love,

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You either get this or you don’t. If you’re an empath, you’re sitting, reading and nodding your head. If you’re not, you’re ready to scroll on by. But wait, what if you could learn to understand us.

Empaths feel our way through life. That’s right, we feel and sense. Many of us have tried to shut it down, especially if the family we grew up in wasn’t the same. That suppression led many of us down dark paths as we denied our own ability to know what was best for us.

Collins Dictionary defines Empathy as the ability to share another person’s feelings and emotions as if they were your own.

Accepting empathy as a tool or as some like to say a ‘super power’ is acknowledging how we show up in the world, and being cool with it.

And then there’s the other side:

I heard someone say they didn’t believe in intuition and all that stuff the other day. I was ready to roll up my sleeves and get stuck into a row! But I took a deep breath, and looked at this woman. She was telling her truth. And I could see there was no reframing for her. She was literally scared silly. ? And that’s okay too. Yes, that’s okay too.

Empathy & Kindness

We don’t have to take on other’s pain. We don’t have to fix anyone. The greatest gift of empathy is seeing and sensing other’s pain, and just being kind. Holding the space for them to be. Just as we want to be accepted. Be kind, to you and to them.

As I said, you either get this or you don’t.

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