Energy Healing · Journal

When it’s time, it’s time

I’ve been doing to card spreads, asking some important questions, and the answer keeps coming up the same. I did a final spread this morning (a simple yes/no one, the creator of which I’d never know until I found this post) and I pulled 3 aces. I don’t use the Magician as they do in that post, just Aces as my yes.

I’ve tried to let go in the past, but my heart is to invested in the help I can give. So instead of completely letting go, I created a Ko-fi page which I will use as a sort of mini-blog/Twitter combo – maybe with a bit of Insta thrown in, and I won’t be blogging here anymore. The website will stay as my anchor (though the domain expires next month and I think it will revert to thishobbitslife), but I’m letting the dream of making healing my life’s work (and financial support).

My mom. Reactions like this feed my soul.

Why? I was texting a friend earlier today, and the answer just flowed out of my fingers: “So I need an income from elsewhere. Might not be a bad thing, actually. Wanting healing to support me financially has taken the fun out of helping others and put the focus on making money. Reminds me of something in Big Magic by Elizabeth Gilbert.

“I held on to those other sources of income for so long because I never wanted

to burden my writing with the responsibility of paying for my life.”

And, lo, what did I do? Exactly that. I loved helping others so much that I assumed it was the way to make my living. And when the money dried up, my enthusiasm to help didn’t go away, but stress came into the picture and I lost the drive to blog and tweet and, well, anything more than send light, honestly. I did hundreds of free sessions – not a single one of which do I regret – but because I tied them with income, worrying about all the money I was “losing” kept me up nights. I didn’t like thinking that way about my life’s path at all.

I can never, ever, give up sending light, but the stress that came from marketing myself (abysmally) is gone since my decision to drop it all. I feel wonderful…and ready to get back to doing what I love.

Much love,
Pip ๐ŸŒป

PS: if you know of any great ways to make money from home, let me know, ok? I’ve tried Upwork, but with little success.

PPS: I may be writing a bit about being a caregiver on Ko-fi, too. Another thing that didn’t really fit on this website.

PPPS: Why back to “The Healing Hobbit”? Because I always loved that name. It is who I am in a nutshell. I won’t change my Twitter username, but Insta is changed. Not cohesive? Oh, well. I’m over analytics and ROI and all that jazz. The only thing that matters is helping the world feel better, working from home, and taking care of my guy.

Journal

A New Venture

Because…well, just because. ๐Ÿ˜Ž๐ŸŒป

Hope to see you there!

Much love,

Pip ๐ŸŒป

Energy Healing · Health · Journal

It Says “Add a Title”

And I can’t think of one.

Haven’t posted in a while for various reasons, the biggest being that what comes to mind is about life, not energy healing, so I end up closing the site and doing something else.

Except I haven’t been doing anything else. Things have been incredibly stressful and scary since the beginning of May around here, culminating in an awful hospital stay (not for me) and subsequent physical therapy rehab that’s still going on. The last three weeks were hell, and I have not been able to get my footing, or my energy back. I go and visit for hours, come home, and zone out watching Hulu. If I didn’t have to feed the critters, I’d most likely sleep all the hours I’m home, but I can’t. I’ve been to the hospital all but 3 days since the 28th, and on the rare occasion that I don’t go, I feel guilty. Today I feel awful, my guess it’s the after-effects of all the driving in the intense heat, and I stayed home yesterday so others could visit (they didn’t), so I feel doubly guilty today.

I missed the deadline to reup my domain name, and frankly, I’m not sure that’s a bad thing. I loved, loved, loved doing the Dare Session in what, April?, and I love helping others feel better…I just simply do not have the energy to worry about content creation, scheduling posts, etc. I just don’t. And we all know…you know it’s true…that I suck at it in the first place. I was not meant to be a marketer.

Not sure what’s going to happen.

Much love,

Pip ๐Ÿ™‚

Energy Healing · Journal · Pets

Ah, Mercury Retrograde. Sigh.

I’ve been trying to write a blog post for days, but my internet continually goes out every 5-10 minutes, and it’s driving me insane. The cable company doesn’t know why, so I’m sort of stuck. I’m actually writing this offline and then will try to quickly post it.

How are you all doing? I’m a bit freaked out by all the mask-less faces I see, especially at the grocery store, I must admit. I’ve come across a couple people coughing nasty coughs, and I just cringe and walk the other way. I’m not ready for this. Not until more people get vaccinated, especially for the safety of the children.

Osa is doing ok. She’s already bored with house arrest, and I’ve let her go out back with our smaller dog for a bit here and there. Our male would much rather be a house dog, so he’s quite fine with that. Osa is super-excitable, and when she’s excited, she wiggles. A lot. I’ve done my best to avoid all situations in which she gets that way, but even just one of us walking into the living room in the morning sets her off. I’m honestly not sure if her leg is any better; she limps often and it doesn’t look much different when she walks than before the surgery. It’s frustrating, but there’s only so much I can do. I still believe a dog who undergoes this surgery should be sent home with some sort of brace to hold it steady, especially a big dog like Osa.

Fire season has begun, the air is full of smoke from Arizona, and the heat has kicked in. So much heat. I’m not ready for this summer.

Between dog sitting and human caretaking, I’ve been sending light. It’s what keeps me sane, honestly. I did a lovely distance distance session for someone in pain in Costa Rica and her pain went away (I love it when that happens!), did a Dare the Possibilities session, and it was neat to feel the flow of light getting stronger for certain chakras compared to others. Someone asked me to “check her lungs” and my first thought was, “no, I don’t have that ability”, and then I thought, “why not”? So I did a little hand placement, and then switched it, and I could actually tell that yes, she did need light, and where it was needed the most. It was pretty cool! I love trying out new things to further enhance how I can be of help to you guys.

Well, the internet is kicking back in again, so let’s see if I can actually add a picture and post this!

Stay cool and stay safe!

Much love,
Pip

Journal · Misc

How Osa is Doing

She moves every time I try to take her picture!

Her surgery went great, and she has to wear the hated cone for a couple weeks. Brief walks a few times daily, moist heat on the incision, massages a few times a day, and range-of-motion exercises.

Couple all that with the fact that she absolutely refuses to go the bathroom in the front yard which necessitates this process:

1: leash her, take her out and tie her to a porch post.

2: Let the other two dogs into the kitchen.

3: Open the garage and take down the barrier between the dogs’ side and the rest of the garage.

4: Untie Osa, take her out back and let her do her thing.

5: Reverse the process.

….sometimes…sometimes…I go through the whole thing for her to walk outside and pee for literally 2 seconds. Two. It takes longer to get the leash on her wiggly ass!

Then we walk around the front yard a few times to get in her exercise, and then it’s back inside. She tries to avoid having the cone put on, and looks really bummed out when it is, but every now and again she tries to lick the incision and we can’t have that. The myth that dogs’ mouths are cleaner than humans’ is, of course, total BS. They eat poop, for Pete’s sake!

None of the dogs are happy about the separation, but she can’t be anywhere near them because the plate in her leg may become dislodged if it gets bumped, and the biggest dog most likely would do that. She can’t see them, either, but she gets so excited she wiggles all over and will mess up the leg. So solitary, of sorts, confinement for at least a month.

I’ve been pretty stressed during all this and worked myself into a fibro flare. Go, me. *sigh*

I’m really, really grateful to everyone who donated for her surgery! It really helped, more than you’ll know. And I get to help people feel better, too!

I hope May is going well for you! We actually had a downpour the other day!!! It was so overdue, and not nearly enough moisture, but we’ll take every drop we can get. The plants loved it. ๐Ÿ™‚

Much love,

Pip ๐Ÿ™‚

ยฉPip Miller – May 2021

Journal

How It’s Going

Morning!

Osa’s surgery is Wednesday, and so far you have donated 2/3 of the money needed! Thank you so, so much!!

I’ve loved having new people to help, and they’ve run the gamut from Covid, vaccine side-effects, hips (more than one person…interestingly), lungs, spines, post-surgery healing boost…all manner of things. I love it! Nothing is better than a message popping up saying how the light helped someone.

After Osa’s surgery, I’ll be “working” (need a better word) on her leg, too. I’ll post pictures on Twitter and Instagram, and if I can, maybe a video or two when she’s doing her walking rehab.

I can’t thank you all enough for your amazing help, kindness, and love! I will be forever grateful!

Much love,

Pip

ยฉPip Miller – April 2021

Journal

Help For My Dog

This is different, and I could do GoFundMe but that doesn’t feel right, so here goes.

Osa

One of our dogs tore a ligament in her back leg while chasing a ball a few weeks ago. She’s just shy of 7 and can’t walk on it, so needs surgery – it’s a Tibial Plateau Leveling Osteotomy (I know there will be a plate and screws), almost $3K worth. The vet recommended a clinic in another town because a: Osa is a big dog, and b: he’s cheaper than almost every other vet. So the surgery is set for the 28th, and then there’s…get this…8 weeks of physical therapy on our end that needs to be done for her. Wow.

I’m still unemployed and my guy will forever be on disability, so this hits a bit hard. GoFundMe makes me uncomfortable because, well, I don’t really know. It just does. So what I thought was that if I could do 30-minute sessions for the donation of $10-$15 each, I could raise money AND help others at the same time. That feels right.

So if you’re interested in helping Osa and yourself, either use this PayPal link or you can Venmo me to donate, put your email address in the notes so I can contact you, and we’ll get things set up! You can have the session at a later date if you’d like, obviously,

ETA: it’s come to my attention that not everyone would like a session: it’s ok to donate without that as part of it! Just put an upside down smiley ๐Ÿ™ƒ in the notes and that will tell me not to contact you.

Thank you for all the wishes and donations so far!!

Much love,

Pip

Energy Healing · Health · Journal

Brain Fog Central

Every week I write ‘blog’ in my planner. And every week I have zero idea what to write about. Even if something comes to mind, when I sit down to start typing; poof, it’s gone. The same goes for the newsletter I was going to resurrect. Blank. My mind has left the building, taking all the notes, quotes, and inspiration with it in a rolling red suitcase. And I’ve no idea where it is.

It also seems to have snuck all my energy in there, because it’s the same with to-do lists; I write them, I fully intend to achieve them…and the effort is just too much. I know being anemic contributes to that, but still, it’s as if all I can do is get through each day and hope a good night’s sleep will refresh me and kick things back into gear. So far, it’s not happening.

OH, and get this. Remember this post, “Laters, Alcohol!” (still a work in progress, sadly)? In it I wrote that I was about to start my 60th year of life, aka, turning 59 (I’ve since fixed that). I had a dr’s appointment Thursday, the type that requires a medical bracelet, and that night I was looking at the bracelet and noticed that they’d mistakenly written that I was 58. Then I looked at my birthdate, did quick match, and son of a…somehow I managed to get my own age wrong! That’s how foggy my brain is lately.

I noticed lately that I’ve been scrolling through Twitter for way too long every day, and I removed it from my phone. I don’t know if it was a subconscious attempt to kick my brain into gear with all the information, or if all that information was overwhelming my brain and contributing to the inability to think straight. I suspect a bit of both, but I’m pretty positive the overwhelm was real. I still have Instagram (on an old phone; it creeps me out that it works on my usual phone even if blocked by the firewall), but one: I don’t follow as many people there, and two: picture-posting isn’t as frequent as tweeting, so I spend a lot less time scrolling. I really enjoy accounts that show real life, and aren’t just for marketing. I’ve also removed other ‘mindless scrolling’ accounts from my phone and caught myself wondering ‘Now what do I do??” yesterday. Because somehow reading books had fallen to the wayside in favor of what’s on my devices, even Hoopla and Kindle. And I have a room full of books to read!

It’s almost as if I’ve forgotten who I am, and need to find my way back to me. Does anyone else feel that way? Removing the digital accessibility is going to take adjusting to (which, coming from me, who tries to be all about safety and using encrypted email and texting, is a bit ironic), but it’s getting warmer so I’ll be able to sit outside and read in the sun again. I can send light while outside, too, and that always makes my day.

How has the pandemic affected you? I really thought that I was doing ok, because while I stayed home most of the time, NM was very aggressive about dealing with the restrictions and masks, so I was able to go shopping and get out of the house. It felt like normal life. But it really hasn’t been, and I wonder how long it will take before we all are hit with PTSD and in what forms it will manifest?

Be safe, take care of yourself!

Much love,

Pip ๐Ÿ™‚

Energy Healing · Health · Journal

Hello, Spring!!!!

I love spring. It’s the brief time before the weather gets so hot here in New Mexico that sitting outside to read isn’t happening. The wind, well…the wind is spring here. It’s worth it.

It’s also the time of the liver. Time to be gentle with it and take care of it. I recently read Wheat Belly (again) and Grain Brain (wow) because I noticed certain symptoms when I went back to regular eating after doing my best to eat plant-based for a while. So it seems the perfect time to drop the wheat and see what happens. I have a friend doing the same, and we’ll support each other, yay!

Great photo, wish I knew who to credit.

The biggest news is that I’m tweaking my focus a bit more to working with animals. The horse I’ve been helping made it through the winter and the polar vortex without any problems, and I love how easily animals respond to the lightwork. They say to find your niche and I think this is mine. I still love helping people so much, but this decision feels really good.

Here’s to a wonderful spring, lots of rain (fingers crossed), and wheat-free belly! lol

Much love,

Pip

Dry Life · Journal

Laters, Alcohol!

Oh, the number of times I’ve said that in the last couple decades. And each time, I mean them, totally and completely.

My addicted brain, on the other hand, has a different agenda.

I’ve written about stopping in the past, and then ended up making the posts private or deleting them when the addiction “won”. I was mortified that I’d “failed” again, when in reality, the alcohol was just doing it’s primary job; keeping me addicted. I know I shouldn’t be ashamed of drinking; the well-worn tracks leading from “And then something would happen. Or nothing would happen.”* to drinking are deep in an imbiber’s brain, and training myself to bypass that automatic journey and create new tracks isn’t easy. Ask any drinker who swears “never again” at 3 a.m., and then is downing the drink of choice by 5 or 6 p.m., if not earlier.

Alcohol rewires our brain, and it excels at doing so.

Very soon I’ll turn 58, and begin my 59th year of life. (Excuse me while I faint at the thought of that – I’m still a teenager in my head). Maybe by writing about it more often and making the journey a part of my online presence will help, who knows. I just know I’m so over the struggle.

A lot of people do a Dry January, and then there’s the big one that I believe started it all, Dry July. There are hashtags for other months, too, but those are the only ones I can think of at the moment – how about #MocktailMarch? After the month is over, some go back to drinking, using that dry month as a sort of detox and reset, and then there are the others who decide to stay sober for good.

I’ve wanted that for so, so long. I’d make it a varying number of days or weeks, read endless books and blogs, even tried AA (not my cup of tea), and then I’d end up watching Intervention and Celebrity Rehab with a beer in hand, cryingโ€ฆ.

I vehemently dislike the concept that have 15 years under your belt (or any amount of alcohol-free days) belt, drink one beer, and suddenly you’re supposed to go back to Day 1. Not cool. That negates all the hard work done to achieve those 15 years, and by dismissing them, it just makes the person want to keep drinking because why the hell not, right? I won’t be counting days as it has screwed me up too many times before. Hence the beer in hand, crying.

I’m teetotaling up, and if you want to come along for the ride,

here’s a few things that might interest you:

There’s a plethora of sober bloggers out there, and a large number of Quit Lit books that have resulted from those blogs. I admit it, some of those books make me want to grab a glass of wine (not my go-to drink) simply because they wax on about it so much. And then there’s the occasional “I’ve been sober 7 days, lost 15 lbs, my chronic acne is completely gone, I just ran my first 5K, and I’m cooking at a Michelin chef 5-star level, too!” Bullshit. Run from those. Think fake influencer. You definitely don’t need anything that is going to make you feel like you’re not succeeding, when any day you don’t drink is a roaring success in and of itself.

-Aside: I do wish there were more than the occasional blog from someone still living with an active daily drinker. It’s not an excuse, but it’s really hard to shut off my addicted brain when there is always a beer in view. Extremely hard. It makes it very easy for that voice to convince me that it really doesn’t matter if I drink or not, so why not drink if everyone else is, ok? Add in the alcohol industry’s bombardment through the media and nearly every tv show and movie, aimed at telling and showing us how wonderful it is to drink (until you get drunk or overdo it, then you’re somehow the problem) and it’s almost a lost cause from the get-go.

The book that first gave me the most information about alcohol and its addiction is Under the Influence. An older book, but still very valid and enlightening.

The first “how to stop” I read was The Small Book, which is about AVR, something that newer authors have built on and incorporated into their own guides.

One of my favorite quit lit books is The Unexpected Joy of Being Sober, and another is Between Drinks by a former professional drinker in Australia.

If you’re curious about AA, Russell Brand has a unique take on the program which he writes about in Recovery: Freedom from Our Addictions. There’s also One Breathe at a Time and The 12-Step Buddhist for those with a view towards Eastern spirituality.

Belle has a 100-day challenge on her site, Tired of Thinking About Drinking, and Annie Grace has a book with a 30-day challenge, as well as other resources on her website, This Naked Mind.

I recently discovered that Twitter has a hashtag community, RecoveryPosse, filled with support and promoted books about sobriety authors. I know Instagram has a sobriety community, too.

Welcome aboard, and here’s to leaving alcohol behind!

Much love,

Pip ๐Ÿ˜Ž

PS: If you’ve followed me for a while and you’ve heard this all before, imagine how it feels to be in my shoes, or any other drinker struggling with this addiction. ๐Ÿ™

PPS: For those wondering, no, I’ve never sent light while under the influence. That would be unethical as hell, and I respect (and am in awe of) what I do too much to mess with it like that.

PPPS: I almost didn’t post this today. I wrote it yesterday and in the middle of the night had a panic attack, wondering “what if I don’t succeed? I don’t want to be embarrassed again!”, and “Does anyone need to know this? Does anyone really care?” and took it off pre-scheduling. It won’t leave me alone, though, so here it is, for all the world to read. ๐Ÿ˜ฑ

*Quote from 28 Days.