Monday Motivation – 28/11/22.
Monthly Archives: November 2022
Heavy Energies.
It’s the dark of the moon, or the black moon, whatever you want to name it. If you’re not familiar with either of these terms it’s the phase of the moon just before the new moon phase.
I started to take notice of this phase, in particular, a while back when I noticed my husband was often moodier than usual around the dark moon phase. This was quite surprising to me as I was very familiar with emotive feelings being heightened during the full moon phase, but I’d never really put much thought into this happening in the dark of the moon.
There are also other planetary shenanigans going on that affect us here on earth; the one I have noticed a lot is mars retrograde, it’s been sending a lot of funky energy my way, including communication problems on a scale akin to Mercury in retrograde.
The best way to navigate these heavy feelings is to be gentle with yourself. Don’t be too hard on yourself if you get cross. Take a breath and just let it all go.
The Power Of Goodbye.
Here in the UK we seem to spend a fair amount of time remembering from Samhain until Remembrance Day/Sunday. We remember our ancestors at Samhain, and as a friend of mine says, “we too are the ancestors, we are becoming ancestors for the future generations.” This gave me pause to reflect a couple of days ago. I wondered what I would be remembered for, what legacy I would leave behind.
I reflected upon choices I have made, some good, some not so good, and some downright awful. But this is life. We make choices and we can’t always know how that choice will play out. We just have to put our faith in the situation and hope we are going the right way.
Closing the door on our past mistakes can feel like the right thing to do, but sometimes we need to evaluate the teachings that past situations have. Sometimes we repeat cycles of learning and unlearning, patterns of behaviour that we feel we may never be free from.
But once we learn and accept what the lesson has been trying to teach us, we are free to move forward and embrace the new chapter that has been waiting patiently for us.
Women of the wild.
The women of the Wild World are daughters of the ancients. We are sand and sun and sea. We are mountain tops and crystal covens. We are jungle-vine hair and lips that curl up to expose the fierceness of our protection.
Women of the Wild world move in our own ways. We move at our own paces. We travel in any direction we desire. We stay true to our instincts, and we do not ask permission. Wild things live only by the laws of nature. The rest, comes from from the authority of being true to it.
Keenness of awareness, and spontaneous intuition, leads us always to the place where we’ll be nourished for today. The women of the Wild World know that today is all there ever is, ever was, and ever will be. We learned it from the sparrows singing, the lilies and the leopards.
Women of the Wild World have cultivated home within, so we are free to roam and wander, witness the wonders of Creation. The turtle, the snail, the horseshoe crab, are master gypsies leaving long slow trails in the sand for us to follow.
Women of the Wild World come in every shape and size. Some are slight and feathered, some are fanged and muscular. Some of us have eyes that see at night. Some live on berries and lettuce; some of us tear the guts from antelopes with our teeth. In the Wild World, claws and fangs are not exclusive to predatory birds, cougars or lions. Everything that lives there, lives not for itself alone.
The courage of the Wild Woman is epic; it is legendary. Fearlessness is not required, but stoutness of heart is the key that opens the doors of the cage. The Wildness knows when to move, when to hide, when to lunge. It depends upon the instincts of a million years of evolutionary experience. It draws it up through its sinewy muscle as it leaps over a log in pursuit of its prey.
The Wild World can bring you peace, but safety cannot be guaranteed. If it were, then liberated creation would be impossible, and we would never know our own innate capacities. Danger is important, for the women of the Wildness. It keeps our instincts sharp, like claws. It makes us love the dirt and sky. It teaches us to bear witness to what others will not see.
Sometimes we run with packs. Sometimes we are a lone. Sometimes we sleep in caverns. Sometimes we live in trees. Some of us live underwater. Some of us make the sky our home. Some of us can shift our shape, and live in any world, captivity excluded.
Women of the Wild World have fought hard to become. Listen for our songs at midnight when the moon is full, and the songbirds are asleep. Let us enter your dreams and call you to the edge of your captivity, and feed you the memories that will keep your wild heart alive while you find your way back home, to the place that you’ve forgotten. It has not forgotten you.
~ Alison Nappi
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Art by Dorrie Joy Artist, “Mycelia”
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What to Do When You Take Too Much Insulin – Diabetes Daily
An unintentional insulin overdose requires fast action.
— Read on www.diabetesdaily.com/blog/what-to-do-when-you-take-too-much-insulin-705641/
This popped into my emails earlier and it was just the weirdest timing. This actually happened to me this morning.
A quick recap for readers who don’t know – I was diagnosed with Type 2 diabetes 10 years ago. Initially getting fit and taking medication worked. Eventually I was struggling to manage my glucose levels and was on 3 different medications. A review of my HbA1c revealed my levels were climbing. It was agreed I’d start using insulin. I have to say these glucose levels would be extremely high for a few days and then they’d crash and I’d have a hypo. It was happening so much and it was quite scary. My husband has found me collapsed and barely conscious on a number of occasions.
Last year I started on insulin. It was a huge relief to find my glucose levels were stable. I felt great too. At the end of March I became unwell and it was believed I’d had covid – I had the symptoms but tests were always negative. Blood glucose was all over the place again. Eventually I got that stabilised but then the heatwave conditions arrived, followed closely by another illness, this time it was 100% confirmed covid. That was the first week in August. My blood glucose didn’t spike this time, but I was quite unwell.
Recently my glucose levels have been good. I’ve been decreasing my insulin intake – as instructed by my Diabetes Nurse. This morning I was distracted, my blood glucose was slightly higher and I absentmindedly injected my dose. I realised more or less straight away that I’d probably taken too much, but given the elevated glucose level this morning I figured it would be ok.
Only it wasn’t.
Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t anything major, but I’d gone swimming and started to feel unwell. I almost vomited and was dizzy and nauseous. Yep, that extra insulin was making itself known to me! A can of coke in the car once dressed brought things back under control and I had lunch when I got home.
I have to admit, it was a relief to read that this is a common occurrence and I don’t feel as foolish now.
Life Through My Lens. 
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