So how do you not worry about stuff? The problem here I think is, that we human beings are hard-wired to think!
Don’t worry, be happy! (In the words of Bobby McFerrin) – [ Don’t worry, it may never happen… is more my motto! – very often it’s true too!] …
I often ask myself how much importance we should give these things. Trying to be more spiritual, and trusting cranky systems. Is it just stupid, or is it a good idea to give it space in our lives.
So… what Happened?
So, what happened? I hear you ask. Well….nothing; if you were expecting the sky to open up, and thunder erupting, sucking all the sinners up and taking them away.
There is something a bit strange about doing something that your cynical about. Like the Ouija board, you may well think it’s mumbo jumbo, but …
Well the Lord’s prayer… what’s it about?
Not wishing to offend anyone, the logic of taking the Lord’s prayer, as a starting point for all this (magic and LOA etc.), isn’t as wacky as it may seem at first.
It’s a strange sort of thing to do. Thinking about doing something which you’re not sure if is just plain stupid or whether it could actually work and really do something and even be dangerous!
So, on the premise that, as like the ouija board or religion, if something is bunk, there is no reason …
Whilst all this was going on, I was also becoming more and more involved with the idea that our physical bodies and minds not being totally disconnected with the world around us – plus I had started doing hypnosis, EFT and reading a fair amount on the subject.
What do you do in situations like this? It’s a terrible thing being in a situation you can’t get out of. In reality, it was a time I should have been very happy…
After ten or so minutes of him starting to dig, residents started to come out to complain and tell him to stop, and that he couldn’t continue. This went on, and arguments ensued. Not a happy situation.
Not happy at all.
After the initial problems of disagreements about what was possible and what not, I then got a plumber in and slowly but surely work started.
Written here (as previously), in this way, perhaps it could well be thought of as just two freak occasions – firstly that of the heating bill and then that of the flooding. But it wasn’t so simple. Every time it rained hard, there would be the constant fear that the drains would fail again and I’d be fighting the elements once more. And for the heating?
I’ve no idea if it rains more here now than it used to do in the past. But when it rains, it really rains! As I said before, our apartment is on the ground floor, but below us we have our garage, and a laundry and some storage space – and so from the road outside there is a drive which goes down to our garage and another couple of garages. On the other side of the condominium there is another drive which goes down to the other garages, which is a much larger affair.
It’s a long time ago now, but everything was going well. Our daughter started going to a new school, and our son was still going to Mrs P. Winter came and went.
Here in the north of Italy, winters are invariably cold and snowy. We’re in the mountains, and not far from some good places for going skiing.
Perhaps it is difficult to understand, the quirks of nation geography, but it is an important factor which is a never ending component in the realities of life near the Italian northern border to Switzerland.
Obviously, it was all quite exciting really – our own new place to live – two wonderful little kids, and everything to look forward to.
Lina finished, I suppose it was, after we moved house – for the second time in a couple of years!
So we returned to where we had left the cars, and then I followed Lina and the Mad Lawyer to her house. It was a very nice detached place with a good size garden, and on first impressions, it was very impressive.