Friday, 29 November 2013

Qi Gong blog six

Well, thats that, five days of Qi Gong training done and now I'm sat in Manchester airport waiting for my flight back to Bournemouth, back home. It's a funny old thing sitting in airports watching everyone run round like complete nut cases. One of the benefits after a week of fairly intense Qi Gong is I find myself fairly calm and relaxed. Until of course someone decides to piss me off, then it might change.

It's been a strange week for me up here. I'm not the kind of person who likes to be away from home. That together with the training I've been on, has left me at times a little on the sensitive side. Those who know me well know I'm a sensitive bunny at the best of times.
Still, so far so good.

Having to wait five hours for my flight hasn't been the best of things. I did ask for a seat on a earlyer flight and had a brief  moment of glee when I was told there were a few spare seats. However, as is sometimes the case, this moment of joy was short lived when the smiling customer service joy giver informed me the transfer would cost an extra £42. The original flight was only just over £50 so I decided to say thank you and sit back down. Lovely.

Thursday, 28 November 2013

Qi Gong blog five

Another day in Manchester and day four of Qi Gong training done. One more day tomorrow then it's homeward bound for me. To be honest, apart from missing my family, It's been quite good up here. However, I'm done now and Bournemouth is calling.

Tonight was good. I'd made a call last Sunday to a friend of a friend who picked me up and took me to a C.A. meeting. A good old Big Book study with what is possibly the cutest  little dog in the world running round. I've grabbed a few meetings since coming up here last Sunday and I say without doubt, I've been made welcome every time. Turns out Manchester is ok, at least in the meetings. Thats good enough for me.

Wednesday, 27 November 2013

Qi Gong blog four

Blog four on day three of Qi Gong training and all seems to be well. We were given to news today that in order to teach what we are currently learning we need to train for a total of one onehundred days over the next three months. Once we have done this we can then be assesed  by our teacher who will either give us the go ahead to teach, of give us more training to work on. This should keep me out of trouble for a while.

In other news I really enjoyed getting to a meeting tonight and yet again seeing a couple of fellows I've not seen for a long time. It's cool in a mighty way. Also cool in a mighty way is that I'll be heading home before much longer.

Tuesday, 26 November 2013

Qi Gong blog three

Manchester has a train station, its quite a big train station and as a result it has a few of those flat do your walking for you kind of escalator things. You know, the ones you find in airports, and for that matter it would appear train stations. They are, I believe a great thing. After all, anything that is prepared to do your walking for you must surly be a great thing.

However, I find myself having an issue with these wonders of the modern age. Or at least some of the people who use them. Why, again I say why is it that people feel the need to walk on these things? More importantly, why do they huff and puff when someone like me simply stands still and lets them do the job they were employed to do. Nevertheless, I will continue to fight the good fight and come hell of high water I'll continue to stand still when ever possible. Sounds quite reasonable to me and I'm sure to the inventor of the travalator.

The rest of the day has seemed to plod on quite nicely. Qi Gong training day two went well and to be honest I'm looking forward to making use of what I learn. The area is a bit on the rough side though. Lots of flat blocks stood empty and cold wating to be blown to bit coupled with old derilict mills make for a bleak view on many different levels.

This really serves well to underline just how blessed I am in our little council flat tucked away by the woods in Bournemouth. I'll be glad to get home, I like being home. Chatting to my family on face time is cool, but I like being home. So, all in all it's been a good day. A good day apart for the "incident" at costa coffee. Lets never speek of it eh?  

Monday, 25 November 2013

Qi Gong blog two

Day two in Manchester and day one of the Qi Gong training I'm here to do. It's been good although the woman training us is of the Chi Kung ilk rather then Qi Gong. I'm told its six and two threes and everyone if free to use the translation they please. For me its a Qi Gong thing. 

It's been great talking to Jack on FaceTime today. The wonders of the modern age, that I can have a face to face chat with my son two hundred and fifty miles away is indeed impressive, at least for me.  Still I find myself counting the days till friday when I can get home to my family. 

So thats about as simple as it gets tonight. I was grateful that the Tai Chi I've been practicing for some time has given me a decent footing for the coming week, grateful for a free lunch and grateful to see a real life tram for the first time. Odd things that they are.

Sunday, 24 November 2013

Qi Gong blog one


Over the next few days I am gona be in Manchester training. training and maybe blogging just a

little bit. Being away from home is not something that comes easy to me, in fact I hate it. Saying good-by to Jack and the wife this morning was horrible, simple as that. 
The rest of the day has been fairly ok tho. The flight up in the Buddy Holy death plane passed without incident. Although a misreading of my ticket had me sitting in the departure lounge two hours early. The travel lodge is as a travel lodge is, and I'm fine with that. And the Indian takeaway I had for supper has left me feeling sick and blotted. 

I made my way to a meeting tonight and found myself pleasantly surprised to see an old friend. Oddly enough an old friend who happened to be one of the guys who carried the C.A message to me a fair few years ago. Turns out he is here doing the same training as me. This is a good thing I believe.

Lastly to the highlight of my day split in two. Firstly I called home and Jack answered. We had a great chat about the broccoli friends and his day.  I love talking to my son. Then when he went to bed I called Michelle and we chatted. I love taking to my wife. Day one has been ok. Maybe tomorrow I'll learn some Qi Gong.


Tuesday, 19 November 2013

Who knew

Today I reached the grand old age of 46, quite a thing when you think about some of the things I've got up to in years gone by. Such a thing that I really need to tap into a bit of gratitude for making it. However, it would seem that for me this is not as simple as it would seem. The reason? Quite simply because absolutely no one has stopped in there tracks to wish me a Happy Birthday. Friends and strangers on the street alike, no one seems aware of this great day. Shocking!!!

In truth, why should they? In further truth, what difference dose it really make. The ones that matter, matter. This morning Jacks first words were "Daddy, today you are 46, happy birthday". My wife got up, gave me a kiss and wished me happy birthday. Soon after I had a text from my wonderful mother in law doing the same. This is what's at the core of it, this is what really matters, what in reality makes today such a great day for me. Who knew eh?

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Monday, 11 November 2013

Time to stop.

Sometimes it can be so hard to simply stop, stop and take a little time to breathe. Seems to me the key to doing this. is doing this. No need for a particular place, mat, hat or practice. Just stop, just breathe, just enjoy.

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Sunday, 10 November 2013

A moments silence.

I guess some of you will have realised that today was remembrance Sunday, poppy day. That day when once a year a token gesture is made and two minutes silence is held for those who want to take part. I know about it every year but in truth its never been a practice I paid that much attention to. Until today.

Today I was at my Sunday morning Tai Chi class. It had, as is usually the case been a great class. Great apart from the fact that every five minuets an announcement was coming over the tannoy system loudly proclaiming that at eleven there would be two minuets silence. Nevertheless, the class continued onward practicing forms and learning little by little.

When eleven finally stuck it turned out to be a truly stunning experience.  As a class we seemed to flow through the sequance of moves as one, the silence  not only in the studio we were in, but also through the entire leisure centre enabled a feeling of oneness that for me, felt wonderfully calming and quite simply right.  The internal martial art that is Tai Chi worked so well with what was going on at that moment in the outside world, so well.

And then it was over, the crackling tannoy once more broke into action and the moment passed. It was a nice moment, a moment that for me was most wonderful. A moment of silence.

Thursday, 7 November 2013

Just a little knob

Funny how the little things stay with us and that sometimes if we wait around long enough, it all turns out ok in the end. A number of years ago  me and Mrs D put together a pair of Twelve and Twelve scrolls for our local F&E committee.

This in its self was a nice little bit of service and as is mostly the case with service, i enjoyed it. Enjoyed to a point, until one of the wonderfully rounded knobs fell from one scroll.

I then spent years, years mind you seeing those scrolls up at various C.A events with a knob missing. Needless to say, this has caused me much distress. However, tonight that all changed. Tonight the scrolls returned to the Dobbo household and I was able to attach the knob that has for so long been missing. It was a truly momentous moment, a feeling of deep satisfaction has once more come over me. Tis cool.

Monday, 4 November 2013

A few of my favourite things

Just sat thinking about some of my favourite things. So, in not particular order......

  1. My family.
  2. Putting my feet up.
  3. A relaxing bath.
  4. My Bandit 600.
  5. Working and reworking the Twelve Steps.
  6. A great job.
  7. Sitting with Jack.
  8. Laughter.
  9. Tai Chi.
  10. Home cooked food.
  11. Getting into a cold bed.
  12. Music.
  13. Three good friends.
  14. Another chance.
  15. Home.
  16. Riding my pushbike.
  17. Hot chocolate.
  18. Great in-laws.
  19. Fresh baked bread.
  20. Whistling.
  21. Motor sport.
  22. The Thursday night Ringwood meeting.
  23. Onken yogurt with blueberries.
  24. My iPhone.
  25. The Simpsons.
  26. Our new shower.
  27. Family guy.
  28. Not smoking.
  29. Walking in the woods.
  30. Family photos.
  31. Spiritual growth.
  32. Kissing my wife.
  33. Driving.
  34. Eggs.
  35. Acupuncture.
  36. Our home.
  37. The right to be wrong.
Seems to me that I could quite happily carry on and on, turns out Ive got quite a few favourite things.

Sunday, 3 November 2013

Up and down, and up again.

It's been an interesting day thus far. Up nice and early I got to spend some time with Jack and ease myself into the day, lovely. Then I jumped on my push bike and had a great little ride to Tai Chi. I've not been for a little while and to be honest it was really, really enjoyable. It really drove home the importance of a good teacher and that practice alone at home will only get you so far. My very cool morning was topped of with a nice ride home. So far, so good.

Then came the challenge. Serendipity SAMs is an indoor soft play area near where we live. I've blogged before about such places so my views are, and always have very clear on these damed hellholes. With this in mind I set of with the family ready for it.

However, as us often the case, things can come from strange unexpected angles. Turns out serendipity SAMs was kind of ok. Jack had loads of fun, the volume was reasonably low and the had a build a bear thing. All good so far. All good that was until I want to get a cupa. After paying nearly £4.00 for two cups of tea I was told no sweeteners were available and I'd have to have sugar. I pointed out not only am I diabetic, I'm also extremely disgruntled. The prophecy was fulfilled, bastards, I knew it.

Suitably pissed of sat back down, moaned to the Mrs and set about drinking my piss poor unsweetened tea looking as miserable as I could. However, as I sipped away I started to think I'm really quite enjoying unsweetened tea. Obviously not enough to openly admit it to Mrs D who is sat right next to me. But nevertheless I'm enjoying it. Maybe I might stop on the way out and say thanks to the girl behind the counter who told me to have sugar.

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