January 25th, 2012
But, Mousie, thou art no thy lane,
In proving foresight may be vain;
The best-laid schemes o’ mice an ‘men
Gang aft agley,
An’lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain,
For promis’d joy!
Still thou art blest, compar’d wi’ me
The present only toucheth thee:
But, Och! I backward cast my e’e.
On prospects drear!
An’ forward, tho’ I canna see,
I guess and fear!
Those are the last two verses of Burns’ poem To a Mouse, addressed to a poor mouse who has just had its home destroyed by a plough.
Although the dialect is unfamiliar to non-Scottish readers I think the message comes across loud and clear. The best-laid schemes of mice and men often end in tears. The poor wee beastie’s home might be destroyed and yet maybe the mouse is more fortunate than us. The mouse is wholly concerned with the present and will no doubt busy itself with building its little house again.
We, on the other hand, look back at the past, at economic and political turmoil, doubt and uncertainty, pain and angst, and we shudder. On Burns Night 2012 we are told that the British Economy has contracted over the last quarter and a “double dip” recession is now underway. “An’ forward, tho’ I canna see, / I guess and fear!”.
Who’s got it right – the mouse or us?
Happy Burns Night everyone!
January 9th, 2012
Someone drew my attention to an article published in the Daily Mail last year. It was all about an overweight woman who lost 8 stone by having a “virtual gastric band” fitted under hypnosis. If you’re interested you can read the article on the Daily Mail website. Just click here:
What a success story for hypnotherapy! Or is it?
People are becoming increasingly aware of the “virtual gastric band”. Clients increasingly enquire about virtual gastric band treatment rather than hypnotherapy for weight loss. They do this in the belief that their problem can be solved by one session of hypnotherapy and that no subsequent effort on their part is required. They believe, or hope, that the virtual gastric band is a magic wand which will simply make their weight problem disappear. If only it were that simple! Read the rest of this entry »
January 9th, 2012
You’ve all seen them – the January Joggers. Usually dressed in smart new running gear – lycra jogging pants, high viz tops, new trainers – they pound their way along the roads and footpaths of West Sussex, with Ipod headphones in their ears and a bottle of water near to hand. By the end of January, they’ve vanished. Only a few diehards like me are left, with our shabby running gear and worn trainers. But why do they disappear? Where do they go?
This might sound rather strange, but I like January. At every opportunity I’m out there, stomping along the footpaths and B roads of West Sussex and I have to say that January is one of my favourite months. It is full of soft gray light and wonderfully subtle shades of brown and green. It is a peaceful, quite month. Nothing happens in January. There are no national events or festivals (apart from Burns Night, but that is not much celebrated down here in the South East). It is a month to hide away in, a month in which to take stock. Read the rest of this entry »