Time Travelling and Pashminas

I will apologise in advance for the subject matter of this Blog and my current mood. I really do not know what is wrong with me - I feel as though I ought to give myself a big kick in the pants, let me try and explain.

I am a toughie, I don't suffer fools gladly, know my own mind and usually go through life as a bit of a cynic. Actually, I am so wary that it is difficult to get near to me. Have I lost sight of my spiritual side? I do not mean organized religion. The cynical side of me says, stick 300 people in a plane and shake it up - result...300 people pray to their own God, whoever that may be. I am not an arrogant person, each to their own, but I distrust organized religion.

I am talking about my spirituality, being in touch with others; their thoughts, feelings and way of life. I have neglected this dreadfully and now find myself in a big black hole. This was brought home to me after a few recent occurrences in my life. They were not visions of Angels or anything like that. Just small things that have made me Muse about where I am .

The first, I have been dreaming about my grandfathers, both of them. I am one of the lucky few that dreams in technicolour, 3D and surround sound. I am usually, only visited in my dreams by my maternal grandfather but only when I am in need....hmmm! The other, Sam has never visited until recently. No doubt, you are reading this and thinking 'nutter' but who cares; It's My Blog and I'll Cry if I Want To!

Then I was watching an episode of Glee. All of you regular Blog readers know that I am a bit of a BBC4 girl and would rather pull my own nails out than watch something like this but I was challenged! It's a bit of a twisted version of Fame and I love it! So now I am a 'Gleek'! I watched last weeks episode and a very romantic duet between April and Will. I was in bits, sniffling into my pashmina. Bugger!! what the hell is the matter with me, I thought? I'm okay, I shrugged, nothing wrong with me...sniff, it's just an anomaly! Hummph. Grumpy girl rules.

I read a book a couple of years ago called The Time Travellers Wife. I then, picked it up again and reread it. It blew me away. It remains one of my favourite books of all time. I finally plucked up the courage tonight to watch the film and YES I know the film is crap compared to the book but I spent the entire duration sniffling into my pashmina...again! The Time Travellers Wife is about being happy in the moment. Accepting what is happening in your life and living it to the best of your ability.

I think it's time I rediscovered my spiritual side. This does not mean going to church on Sunday and chanting scripts that were placed in my head when I was 10 years old. It means thinking of those less fortunate, being grateful for all that I have and delighting in my family. Remembering that two school friends, the same age as me, have lost parents in the last few months and being so thankful that I still have mine.

So despite the impossibility of 'Time Travelling' it has a lesson to teach us all.

Namaste

Muse x