Get on and Shine with Holly Honeychurch
William The Conqueror pub, Rye. Drink of choice - spiced rum on ice. The fairy lights are magic, the music soft and soulful, the vibe chilled. Loving what they’ve done here.
About to drive to see my Buzz and go all goo goo. š»
A special moment today - Zooming round the supermarket, jazzy Christmas songs playing and excitedly picking out a decadent tin of thickly covered chocolate biscuits. A luxurious, simple treat. Once a year. To share with the one I love. Let’s put the kettle on. Who wants a cuppa?
I love lying down. On the floor. And letting gravity take me. Through gravity I sink into the ground. Then my body opens. Every part. That’s when the healing comes. Because I feel free. And light. And at peace. I journey into the centre of my being.
Today I went into a pub and had Sunday roast and white wine from a beautiful glass. I feel intimidated walking into pubs. But this one was friendly. I loved seeing people coming together. Laughing, feasting, full of merriment. I love a good atmosphere. This pub had it in spades.
Dear little Jake. Still such a sweet, innocent kitten age 5. Curious, scared, affectionate when he’s not running away from just about everything. Looks to his big brother for love and support. Has an ability to forget what he’s doing on a regular basis. A special soul.
Finally met some sensible cats. In my experience, most want to curl up on top of my head during the night making me restless, hot and full of fur. These two settle quickly in the nook of my knees. And stay put. No messing around. No fighting for top cat head position. Bliss.
Just editing my next Late Nite Harp episode in front of this baby. Never seen anything like it. Coolest electric fire ever. I want one. Of course.
Having cats back in my life is the weirdest thing. They stare at me. Right into my soul. They’re conscious, demanding, aware. They’re frickin Egyptian Gods! After six weeks of bunnies, Iām loving these proud, sophisticated, regal beings who also have a streak of craziness.
