Hello world!
“You must get a blog, L.J.”
Why?
“Because it’ll help direct traffic to your website.”
How?
Google loves blogs.
Ah, the mighty Google god. Hmmmm.
But isn’t it all a bit self-indulgent? Aren’t these on-line diaries just our ’15 minutes’ of fame’, and can I get over my own ego sufficiently to be able to share my innermost thoughts with the world…?
And, at the end of the day, will the world actually give a toss….?
Ego again, Lynn; just get on with it.
But won’t it blow the whole thing apart? Won’t people suddenly realise I’m not the sane and centred Wise Woman I’m supposed to be and see the ‘real’ flesh and blood little me behind the facade…?
Precisely. That’s what it’s all about. People want authenticity. Just be yourself.
So, I tell them about what an amazing time people are having at Juice and what an awesome Healer I am….?
Yeees…. but remember, this is where people get to know you, this is real ‘under the skin’ stuff…
Shit.
I tentatively dip into some friends’ blogs for inspiration. Grandmother and well-known media guru Lynne is telling us all about her latest relationship break-up and her subsequent forays on various dating websites, whilst Kavida is sharing her recipes for raw chocolate mousse. And no, she’s not a cook – she’s a sex goddess, and the chat isn’t so much culinary as cunnilingus-ly inspired [though I’m sure the purists of you out there will be pleased to know that the mousse is, at least, made from trendily healthy raw chocolate....]
But that brings me to my next point of concern; precisely how much of myself do I share with the world? How to make the mundane sound interesting, and the more ‘interesting’ suitable for my daughters’ eyes, should they ever get bored enough to want to read the musings of their – clearly delusional – mother, who seemingly believes that anybody would be remotely interested in her ramblings?
Quite.
And it poses an interesting conundrum: just how do parents of grown offspring conduct their own supposedly private, ‘adult’ lives under the scrutiny and thinly disguised amusement and/or disdain of their kids? My youngest continually complains that I’m never here whenever she’s home from uni, and it’s a fact that these days, I’m often out more than either of my daughters. It’s not exactly a sex, drugs and rock and roll lifestyle, but, quite frankly, I’d have been utterly horrified if my own mother had frequented tantra workshops, trance dancing, goddess gatherings and ‘hippy’ festivals when I was my daughters’ age….in fact, any age – but is it the world that’s changed or our status….? With me and the majority of my friends having long-since jettisoned our marriages, would things be different if we’d remained in wedlock? Would we, like our mothers, by now be ensconced in middle-aged domesticity, and an endless diet of TV soaps and trips to the supermarket and garden centre, if we’d remained in wedded bliss….?
Should we, in short, be old enough to know ‘better’…?
A very pertinent question, since my youngest (who’s now 20 by-the-way, just to give you some sort of context) burst into my room the other afternoon to find me watching the cavortings of sacred sexual healer Baba Dez in the soon-to-be-released movie ‘Sex Magic’. I should add she’s a student in Brighton, so isn’t entirely unaccustomed to the ways of the world, but nevertheless, she was totally aghast to find her mother sitting watching ‘porn’ at 3 o’clock in the afternoon (whether it would have been okay at a more decadent hour was never entirely clarified), and after a brief but fairly intense hissy fit, declared that she would probably be in therapy for the rest of her life.
Welcome to my world, good people. I am the healer, therapist, counsellor, life coach-type-person whom my long-suffering daughter would consult…. if only she didn’t think they were all as loopy as her mother.
And actually, she doesn’t need therapy at all. Far from it actually; both she and her older sister have far exceeded me in the wisdom stakes, and I just love it that despite living a relatively unconventional life, I’ve managed to raise two such totally fabulous and wonderful daughters.
But I digress. I look at the lifestyles of my three happily married friends, and, actually, they’re not so different from mine. So it would seem that our choices have expanded, and our mindsets loosened. 60, so I once read in the Sunday Times magazine (my ex used to get it – I’d never be seen dead buying a paper….!) is the new 40. Yippeee! Perfect. I’ve arrived at middle age [whatever that is] at a time when it’s okay for us to push boundaries, and turn back clocks – with or without surgery.
Except in the eyes of our 20-something daughters, whose expressions sometimes tell a different story.
“So, he’s a sacred sexual healer….and that means he’s healing people and not just having sex with them…?”
Exactly. The guy’s doing some amazing work healing sexual trauma and releasing all kinds of psycho-sexual blocks.
“And you’re going to be working with him next Monday…?”
Yes. But it’s a fully-clothed tantric ritual in a workshop situation, darling.
“Yeah, right. Pull the other one, it’s got bells on it.”
No, really. He’s currently doing a world tour, and he’s travelling with a huge entourage, including his son.
The guy does sexual healing work with his son in tow….? Oh, good God! Where’s that shrink…..?”
Come and meet the amazing shaman and sacred sexual healer Baba Dez Nichols [and his son] in Meopham, next Monday, 9th August.
Satsang – ‘Conscious Tantra’ £15/£2o
Ritual – ‘Conscious Manifestation with Tantra’ £40/£55
Combined Satsang & Ritual £60/95
Call me to book : 07935 466029
And, for the record, my long-suffering daughter will be working with me at Juice on 22nd August; her help on the organisational front was nothing short of life-saving last time. (Amongst other inevitable last-minute ‘challenges’, my juicer had broken down, and I had several kilos of fruit and vegetables to process in readiness for our new Juice Bar. Yes, I know…..there’s some savage irony in there somewhere!)
So, please, come and say hi to her!
Her mother’s co-presenting a workshop entitled ‘Tantra Transcendence’; not sure she knows that just yet.
And no, darling, it’s spiritual, not sexual. Cross my heart.
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