seriously, i'm only joking...

A friend of mine emailed to say it’s good to be single from time to time, so we can check in with our own inner hotel reception. I fell in love with that phrase, it made me smile!

I have started a joke with him now, that we will write a bestselling (in-a-self-help-stylee) book, possible name ‘COMING HOME… checking in with our own inner hotel reception’ or some such.

I had already had a fleeting thought this week, that I could quite probably write a pretty decent self-help book (if I weren’t such a literary and spiritual snob… sorry, but some of them are so bad).

Perhaps I can make a few million easy dollars, bonus if it helps some people work something out for themselves…

Anyhow, I think we will have a quite a bit of credibility between us if we ham it up a little, he is a warm and hilarious (in a very surreal, English, eccentric kind of a way) astrologer, I am a the healer/childbirth hippy chick. We’ll ham up the English intelligent-yet-eccentric aspects of ourselves whilst delivering a thoroughly ‘proper’ spiritual contribution.

All I have to do now is ponder the content of said self-help offering...

What will it help with?

-Not being able to find our own inner hotel? Even with several different maps and a treasure hunt to guide us on our way?

-What to do when you arrive at your own inner hotel reception (been traveling your whole life to get here) and nobody comes to help you?

-Curiously exploring our own inner hotel reception area. (is there a vending machine, for example?)

-Decorating your own inner hotel reception. (This one I like. I’ve just had a bit of a renovation and clear out of mine – although, because I didn’t have my own future bestselling book to guide me, I just thought I was having more peaceful days than before)

-our own inner hotel reception as heaven?

-seriously


Thank you for allowing me to indulge my fanciful sillies this evening,
katie