I returned to work on Tuesday night and found a notice on
the wall saying Wellbeing Day or
something like that. It was a day for hospital workers to go and find out about
nutrition, yoga, Zumba, physiotherapy and…alternative therapies of Reiki,
Emotrance and hypnotherapy.
Yesterday as I was running the CPAP clinic during the day,
the HR ladies came down to ask if any of us were going to take up the 20 minute
slots to try out what was being offered as they thought it was imperative that
we take time out of our busy schedules to ‘look after ourselves’. She
emphasised that other Trusts have been doing this for a while and our Trust
wanted to do the same and make sure that they were looking after the wellbeing of their staff.
Years ago I’d approached HR and asked if I could set up meditation
and healing clinics for the hospital workers and was told NO. So I figured it wasn’t
time or for me and all I had to do was shine my light so that change would
happen. Actually now that I think about it…the lady in charge of HR has
recently retired…
I told hubby about this last night and he started to say, ‘why don’t you…’
I held my hand up and interrupted him saying, ‘it is not my path to do so.’
Hmm…how often have I said something similar and suddenly my
path changes radically. I really have to be careful what I say. It is almost as
though I bait the tiger.
It is kinda like driving along with the roof down at 600
miles per hour with my hair streaming out behind me, the sun beating down and
singing at the top of my lungs – full of the joys of life, when all of a sudden
my car, with a mind of its own, takes a 90 degree left turn and I run slap bang
into either a white fluffy bunny of happiness or a black bear of growling misery.
Ya get spiritual whiplash, don’tch ya?
It seems I have had spiritual whiplash quite often in this
last year.
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