We had a lazy, sunny, warm four days in Ibiza last week - it was perfect. The island was quieter than in June which meant we could explore some of the beaches we had never seen, despite being regular visitors since our honeymoon in 1973. Oh, the joy of sitting at a little chiringuito (beach restaurant), eating fresh fish and fresh sun-ripened salads washed down with some chilled rosado and then pottering the few steps over the sand to our beach beds to read and have an afternoon snooze....... it was just what the doctor ordered. For those who haven't been to Ibiza - don't be put off by the bad press and television - it is a really beautiful little island and the Ibicencans are lovely people. In fact, I have just received an email from my friend Tracy who has just returned from her first visit there. To quote "there is something about that island that I can't seem to explain" and it made me smile because I know she is hooked by its magnetic energy and will be returning. It reminded me about a little piece I wrote years ago which I'd like to share with you on the day that Angels Heal My Body has finally arrived. It has no title.
That was three days ago and it is now mid-morning……. I sit under an umbrella on the terrace looking out over an azure ocean. The breeze gently whispers through the surrounding palm trees as they bask in the sunlight. There are oleanders of pink and white, a vibrant red bougainvillaea and, in the distance, the joyful sounds of children splashing in a pool. Butterflies mingle around the flowering bushes and I sense their joy in being blessed with a second, more adventurous life as I remember something I read once in one of Richard Bach books:-
“What the caterpillar thinks is the end of the world, The Master knows is the butterfly.”
From a restricted existence as a caterpillar to becoming a beautiful, elusive, butterfly dancing through the air, I feel their joy in just “being”. Have we (humanity) lost this ability to just “be”? If so, is it possible to regain it? I try.
I do try and I ask my clients to try. For the hour that they spend with me, I ask them to just BE. Sometimes, I sense their difficulty as they lay with busy heads, desperately trying to quieten their minds – but a quiet mind must begin with the body. It may take several sessions for some to achieve this quietness – for others the deep involuntary sighs of letting-go come at the first session – so relieved are they at finding an hour’s sanctuary.
My guides has been prompting me to write for some time. I am told to put pen to paper and the words will come and as I write, I know this to be true. This will be a book with many aspects. My pain, my joys, my belief in and love of my work. My love for my family.
Ibiza is my crystal.
I can draw strength from her wherever I am. Sometimes, as I am working, my guidance takes me to Es Vedra. Es Vedra, the rock, rises majestically from the sea off the beach at Cala d’ Ort -she is mystically beautiful. I don't know why I refer to Es Vedra as "she" - I guess, for me, she has a feminine energy. Many will remember her from the film South Pacific – she was Bali Hai. I stand on her peak, holding my client high at cranium and sacrum to receive her healing energies. I see the clear blue sky and crystal clear water surrounding us and we bathe in the light. This takes only a matter of seconds and my client, lying peacefully on the couch, knows nothing of their journey, nor do I tell them. Once, the dolphins came into my awareness whilst I was working and at that precise moment my client announced that she could “see” dolphins. Did the image come from her non-conscious mind into mine or vice-versa – no matter. She found the dolphin presence very healing for her. Her body, wracked with pain in every joint, responds with tears, tears which go back through a lifetime. These tears, imprisoned within her body for so long, flow freely now, without inhibition as I gently support her.