Hello to you all,
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My name is Jaksie and I live in the UK.
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I am an artist, a poet and a healer.
So far, not a good career choice if a person wishes to amass great amounts of influence and monetary reward, but I am happy and you cannot buy that, or good health, or someone loving you just because they want to.
I suspect that in my husband’s case, his feelings towards me are an equal mix of love and fear, and the totally understandable wish to continue being served frequent large portions of my most excellent beef curry.
In the beginning I actually hated cooking, but did eventually get the hang of it as I had to eat the food I produced, alongside my family.
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Now that we are thinking about my husband’s retirement, I am starting his retraining on the grounds that I cannot be expected to run around after him for the rest of our lives, so he must do his share.
Hopefully, he will end up doing everything, but it will definitely be shared, or else I won’t be doing anything much either.
I don’t actually do much now, but please don’t tell him!
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After all,you can wear yourself out making the whole house pristine and wonderful, and then, six months later, you have to do the whole bloody thing again.
Waste of time.
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Many years ago I went back to full-time college for about fourteen months and qualified as an Aromatherapist, Reflexologist, Swedish Masseur and an Indian Head Massage Therapist.
I had a practice for a few years, but the healing which had spontaneously begun during my training, became totally compelling when clients said that they could feel more than one set of hands on them during their sessions.
I have followed that path to many amazing experiences which I may share with you later.
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Usually, I sell my paintings from home, and it is always pleasing when a buyer comes back for more.
The last time I showed my work was at the Biscuit Factory in Newcastle upon Tyne.
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I did mean to do it again by now, but my husband, henceforth to be known as Big H, has been extremely ill over the past three years… and all invalids are horrible.
They need feeding, cleaning and looking after.
If you neglect them they will die, and you will get into trouble!
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He got bitten by a fly, when we lived in the Middle East for a time, and ended up with a horrible thing living in his neck.
More of that will be on the blog as we go, as the story has too many instalments….sorry segments.
In case you did not realize it, that was a clue!
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I have uploaded a fair amount of my artwork, and will continue to do so.
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That was a slight exaggeration….as I actually persuaded Big H to do it for me .
I mean the uploading of course, not the paintings.
Yes, I know I am probably The Devil as far as Womens’ Libbers are concerned but that is how it is.
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Yes, I know, if I gave the technical aspects of site management the same amount of hard work I once put into learning to do the twist or giving good head, then I would be a Diva, but hey, I enjoyed that more.
Another excuse could be that I am a dog in the Chinese horoscope and they say that you cannot teach an old dog new tricks.
Having said that, I can be persuaded to do most things if someone promises me copious amounts of excellent champagne!
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Big H and I are thinking of taking up Salsa dancing soon. It should be fun.
My brother does Seroc and he loves it.
We might do that too.
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Regards,
Jaksie
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