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The Chalice Well - Glastonbury

​Here is a very speedy entry that I will post right away. L

It’s been a crazy few days. The funeral happened on Friday. I cried a bit but not properly. Felt like a sensory overload to be honest. 


I was there from 8am and left at 4pm. 30 minutes earlier than the end time. I made it all 3 parts. House with the body, then the crematorium, final part was the hall with food, more speeches and the band. 


As for where I am now. My acupuncturist suggested I come here and drink the water from the chalice well. That is exactly what I have done. After feeling unwell for so long, why not try things of ancient traditions. That’s the way I role. 


Tomorrow is a visit to Stonehenge where I will touch the stones. 


I’m cross about how that will pan out. In 2 hours I’ll collect Miss Steiner from the station with her friend Amanda. That’s fine, I said anyone is welcome. However now she is spending tomorrow with Amanda. Folks I’m pissed off. They both live in Oxford and see each other all the time. Anyway. One of Miss Steiner biggest faults is trying to keep everyone happy with communicating her needs or asking other what they want. 


Tomorrow I’ll probably head to Sailsbury cathedral after the stones and then back to London. 


It’s the final day 13 religious ceremony for my uncle. I told you he was religious. I know nothing about the Hindu religion. I think the soul is still lingering and day 13 is when it’s free. (I think, I will google eventually)


Another big thing that my homeopath wanted me to do is a thing called Morning Pages. 

I’m doing a lax version. 1 x A4, scribble write on both sides as soon as a I wake. Then burn. 

I’m detaching my mother from the woman. All my mom stuff is dead. Then there is just the woman. This is good. It’s helping so much. I feel less weight and trauma etc. 

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