Category Archives: Personal Info

Strawberry Moon

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Strawberry Moon 6/23/16
Full moon and solstice on the same day yesterday. Last time it happened was 1967 – Summer of Love (to be followed in 1968 with Year of Protest) and the coincidence of the full moon on the solstice before that was in 1948 when Britain began the National Health Service (I was four years old). A hopeful prognostication.
My astrology (Sagittarius) says this full moon will be a new focus for me, and I feel it. Maybe because I’m taking a couple of weeks off of working at the Assisted Living Home. Time to rest up and and consider things.

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I’ve never played bingo, even though I’m English and Bingo was invented in England. Nevertheless I now run the bingo game at an Assisted Living facility.
I spin a wire cage and little wooden balls with numbers pop out, B-1 to O-75, I call out the number and place the ball on a wooden board with a place for each one of the 75 balls.
Bingo has a Zen-like meaninglessness to it. For me at least. On the other hand it holds an intense and focussed fascination for the players, as does Zen meditation for some people.

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In Memoriam for Oliver

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Our nephew Oliver died recently – too soon.

Here is a photo of him and his brother as kids running on the beach.

“The Net of Heaven is vast, and even though it’s mesh is wide – nothing is lost”
Tao Te Ching

Bon Voyage Ollie, our love goes with you.

Amy and Rod.

Harry and Oliver on the beach

Getting On

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There is a TV show called “Getting On”. It takes place in a nursing home. I work part-time in an assisted living home, which is one step up from a nursing home. I have worked in nursing homes. Waiting to die is what they are doing. I call it the dead zone.

My mother, when she reached her 80’s, said she was in the departure lounge (waiting for her flight out of here) and that’s how it is in assisted living. I call out the numbers at bingo and give an exercise class. The rest of the time they watch TV, eat and sleep.
It’s a backwater; out of the stream of life and it’s involvement in becoming this or that, in gain and loss. The game is over; all that remains are pastimes to pass time. Maybe an occasional thought arises: “What was that all about?” But as well as the body the mind is tired. All we have are vague reminiscing, stories of farm life, husbands gone, children far away; scraps of fragile memory; faint reminders of who we used to be.

Bernie Sanders is 74 and running for president so we’re not there yet, but it looms on the horizon. There is a chill in the air of my endless summer. Priorities shift. If you’re going to do it, do it soon.

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About Amy

Everything is changing all the time.


Sometimes forgetting is better than always watching.

Checking, having to remember, fearful of forgetting, writing lists. The feeling that we must always be on the alert to prevent our world from falling apart.

Fuck that! Relax – let it go. Come what may! Come on, I can take it.



“Escape” is the I Ching advice for my day connected to my biorhythms (another story).

There is no escape until….and even then….who knows? If the Christians have it right, I’m in jail or purgatory forever.

If the Buddhists nailed it, I could be reborn a cockroach or a goddess…also forever?

The Jews? not a clue.

The Muslims? Am I IN the harem or do I get reborn a man (a la the Tibetans) and HAVE the harem? And is it men or women in the harem…such confusion.

How about the Mormons? I get to be on some guy’s planet-who?? Which husband?

I like the line from the movie “Still Alice”:

“Just take the pills-ALL the pills-make sure you are alone-go to bed and go to sleep”.




“‘Be here now’ – that’s so yesterday” – Amy



A thought about the EFT line “Even though I have such-and-such a condition – I love and accept myself fully and completely“.

Wow! that’s a heavy one and frequently results in a flood of tears and two or three sessions for the client to get anywhere near this place of unconditional self-regard, love and acceptance. This is a thing in itself with many ramifications and threads to follow and clear.

Meanwhile your client came in for something else to resolve: a loss, sadness, a headache and so on. So we’ve gone off track with this “love and acceptance” thing.

Let’s keep it open, unjudgemental, undemanding and real.

“Even though he left me and I feel lost I believe in myself“.

That feels right doesn’t it?