Nicki Hughes is one of my favourite therapists so when she said, ‘Come and have a treatment – as a treat – on me’ I made my way forthwith to
Nicki’s lovely peaceful centre. I had been feeling distinctly out of sorts, so she gave me rose tea and looked at me and looked…worried.
‘When did this all start?’ she asked.
I thought back and realized that, curiously, it had all kicked off after I smashed myself on the nose with a kettlebell. ‘You should see a cranial osteopath,’ she said, and I thought, ‘Why didn’t I think of that.’ Because everything in our bodies and minds is interconnected so if you whack one thing out of balance, everything else can go skew-whiff. And, honestly, why else would my eyes be permanently brimming, like I’m on the verge of tears? But, in the meantime, she said she could have a go at helping.
She started by smudging me (to cleanse out my aura). Interestingly she placed the smudge bowl on my abdomen and actually touched my skin with the feather, rather than just wafting the smoke over me. And the energy started fizzing, reminding me that I really should smudge myself more often cos it’s so easy to pick up negative rubbish.
Well, it’s nothing like that.
Very gentle, very soothing and there’s this wonderful little click click every time the wands meet.
as part of this treatment they worked…a treat. And they made me realize just how cold I was. Cold to the bone. Cold to the soul. Again. And really, I could
have stayed there all day, cuddling the ‘father’ stone – a big bruiser. But all good things come to an end (or so they say)… and so I said farewell to Nicki and drove back down the motorway feeling…a bit blissed out really. By the time we got home I was totally wiped. And so we snuggled us up by the fire and…slept. Cos sleeping is also healing…right?