Happy Days

"You're cooking on gas, Lizzie!" remarked a respected and good friend. And you know what...I think, maybe I am! Three years ago, I thought I had taken a wrong turning, but maybe it wasn't. It feels like I have woken up from a bad dream.

The expression "what ever doesn't kill you makes you stronger" applies. For those of you who are reading this and feel as if you are in the middle of an emotional storm, stay calm. A storm always passes, and when it does we breathe in new, fresh air and the clouds have disappeared. Then the sun comes out and everything begins to grow again. There is even beauty in the storm itself and a purpose to its presence.

Now that I have got "it" my life journey is at the moment very very exciting and I surrounded by wonderful people. It's just over a week till San Fransisco now and I am looking forward to seeing the family, new friends and working! Filming next week before I go and then more exciting stuff when I get back!

Whilst in Andalusia I visited a client who lived in the most stunning valley, we travelled along a long track through the mountains and round each corner were the most spectacular views. A poppy field like no other I have ever seen, multi-coloured goats defying the law of gravity grazing on a sunlit slope on another peppered in between with fields of wild corriander growing...amazing. Finally, we approached a gate to an the estate. The view just took my breath away as vultures swooped overhead there in the distance was the most beautiful hacienda. Gingerly we drove down the hill, until we reached a small farmers cottage on the grounds.

The owners had spent some time staying in the property but had to move back in tho the big house as they were having terrible problems sleeping, and there was a general sense of another presence invading their space. Various events eventually made it impossible for them to stay there and I was asked to fly over and help.

As soon as I walked in I felt a deeply sad female spirit who sat on a bed in a small back bedroom. She had...I believe...died of an illness brought through something in the water. This later was validated. I was with the lady who owned the house, her friend and my dear friend Christina. We opened all the shutters to bring in the light and sat around a large table in the middle of the sitting room. We held hands to raise the energy and as I spoke in English, which was then translated into Spanish, at the very moment I announced that the spirit was leaving I thought my teenage son had just left the room. There was the most almighty slam of a window..nothing broken thank God....and then it all went quiet!

Job done, a cup of tea at the big house, and then back to the retreat where I was staying. The owners decided to sleep in the cottage that night and let me know in the morning how it went..no pressure then!

The next day Christina had received the message I needed to hear. Apparently, all was very well and a new sense of peace and calm was now found in the cottage. Phew!

I will never forget that place and would love to visit it again one day, not for the same reason obviously, but it was another reminder of why I love my work. I was blessed to have met such lovely people and seen such a special place.