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31 October 2011
Broomsticks, balloons and too much Baileys...
Of course I
had to write today. You’d be amazed at how many people
have asked if I’m really a witch and, believe it or not,
what I do for the rest of the week!! In fact my
grandmother was a seventh daughter of a seventh daughter
so I come from a very spiritual family, but that’s the
only reference I can make to anything regarding
spiritualism, reincarnation or casting spells without
Steven screaming loud enough to raise any dead who are
not voluntarily walking tonight. My beliefs are
apparently not conducive to ‘boosting my credibility’
and ‘marketing a successful business where clients need
to think I’m not totally bonkers.’ Actually I don’t
agree that it’s relevant, as I do a good job, create an
effective learning environment and provide sound value
for money. I don’t discuss ghostly, supernatural or
sorcery issues any more than I’d disclose my political
or religious views – and I never offer anything like
healing at first meetings in just the same way that I’d
never plonk a Von Daniken book on the desk and expect
people to mumble agreeable noises. So yes, I suppose I
can claim to be a bit witchy in secret (but much less so
since I cut my hair). Anyway, that all has nothing to
do with my fixation with Victorian graveyards, which
isn’t weird, whatever Bro-Lo thinks. And I saw some
fantastic ones in Scotland last week. Marion’s cottage is
ancient and the village churchyard houses the graves of
many people who died in the very same room in which I
slept. I have photos; some people think that’s a bit
creepy.
It was a
lovely week. We spent our days in enchanted places – a
Tibetan monastery, 12th century abbey ruins –
very beautiful, very mystical. We spent our nights
in hysterical laughter with red wine, a huge bottle of
hazelnut Baileys and conversations about things far too
unmentionable to tell you! Our shared memories go
back nearly 30 years, so a week barely touches the
surface of the stories I could relate about a job where
we smothered unsuspecting strangers in foam, encased
colleagues in giant, soapy, green bubbles, accosted celebrities and bartered with
people who wanted to snog in our balloon box. Obviously
we’re both sworn to mutual secrecy, but I might
accidentally let some things slip, especially if I have
that Baileys again... Probably have to run them by Gill
first to check whether they even sound believable now -
as we crossed centuries I suspect the edges between
memory and reality might have blurred a bit. Still,
everything will be clearer once I get my witch’s hat on!
Broomstick’s dusted, lanterns are lit and pumpkin soup
is bubbling nicely in the cauldron. Time to reach for
the stars…
Had planned to
close today with some lyrics recommended by one of my
LinkedIn people: Screamin’ Jay Hawkins’ ‘I put a spell
on you.’ (Thanks anyway!) But friends think this line is
more appropriate: ‘Dark
Lady laughed and danced and lit the candles one by
one…’ There’s a prize if you email or tweet me with the artist's
name (without Googling!!) Have a magical day!
Ren@imaginativetraining.com
@WeekendWitch
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