Poole your ideas in Bournemouth

Hello world, I am in lovely Bournemouth on the southcoast of England. Not all just for fun, but for the second part of my hypnotherapy diploma training course and saying that, it IS fun. Yes folks, it really is! There is a lot to learn and do (yes, we actually get to DO all the things we learn about, not just sit in that room right next to the entrance and absorb theory all day long). I admit there were times when at the end of the day (and after being seriously tranced out three times) I felt quite exhausted, but now - just that I'm in the swing of things again - it's nearly over.

Let me tell you about yesterday afternoon. We did something "Apprentice" style in groups of three and where given the task to invent a product or service (it could be as "realistic" or absolutely imaginary as we liked) and a marketing strategy to go with it. (Marketing? I hear you ask. On a hypnosis course? ... hmmm, ever heard of hypnotic marketing and copywriting? We don't just make each other dance like chickens yanno - in fact we never do that.) Anyhow, let me get back to the ideas. It's absolutely amazing what three random people can come up with within an hour (The fact that all my course-mates are even more amazing people helps, of course). One group marketed a pill for you to move into your favourite celebrity's body for a week. I won't give you the details of what they planned to do to the real celebrity and we found out it might also be a good idea to actually use that pill to morph into the celebrity's significant other ;)

Whether hypnotherapy to enhance your acting or overcome grieving a pet, or learning perfect pitch through headphones, some of the products were so good - I actually wanted one! What I found really valuable - apart from tons of laughter - is that when you pool and share ideas with your friends they feed off each other and can spiral into miraculous heights. Not all these ideas might be feasible (just yet) but actually going "over the top" can propel you into something extraordinary and with a little tweaking you might find a real life application for it. As they say nowadays, is there an APP for that? And yes guys, I really like the Hypnopedia App, make one, I'll buy it ;)

So with your ideas, dare to be outrageous, have fun, who cares if it's "realistic", feasible, doable right now - we save sensible for later and who knows where you might end up. On a scale from 0 - 10, I guess you've just bust the scales because you are at 11!

Keep having a great time!

Hugs, Mel

Why we continuously need new shoes ;)

No, this is not encouraging you to acquire a collection like Imelda Marcos (and this is not my shoe rack either but a random pic from bilderkiste.de), neither is this post actually about shoes but rather about habits. Let me explain ...

Today is the last day of the summer holidays here, surprising how six weeks just passed. It's back to school tomorrow and a new school for my youngest daughter too.

I was chatting to my good friend in New Zealand this morning (or evening for her). In retrospect those five weeks I spent at her house on the beautiful south island seem a lot longer. No, this post is not about time distortion either, don't let me get sidetracked, I was talking about habits.

Anyhow, during our chat (on a popular social website) we got onto the subject of how to change old habits, behaviours which no longer serve us well (maybe some of them never did!) and the danger of repeating the same thing over and over again, maybe in slight variations. I mentioned the analogy of how the old habits are the well-trodden, wide paths in our neurology while the new ones are still fresh, difficult maybe, find your path first in babysteps (and if you don't use it, it's so easily overgrown again). I asssured her that YES, the new ones become wider too with repeated use. (Ok, I didn't say ALL that in our chat, you readers get the slightly longer version ;)

So how do we get to shoes? Well, I cannot take credit for the neurological pathway analogy - I don't know whose idea it was first, whoever it was: It's a great one, I like it! Thank you!

Later while drying my hair (Why do we keep coming up with the best ideas when we're not actually thinking about it but doing something entirely different? Maybe that is the topic of another blog entry.) it occured to me that old habits are also a lot like a pair of old comfy shoes. We have had them for a long time, they have served us well, taken us to many different places and they are just oh so comfortable to just slip on. It's a no-brainer really, we slip them on without thinking about it, purely out of habit and comfort.

However (and there tends to be a "however" quite often with these things) they might no longer be good for us. They might not be only well-worn, but actually worn out. They might be oh so comfortable, molded to our feet but on the brink of falling apart with the soles being worn off (maybe more to one side) so that continuing to wear and use them is actually bad for us and our posture and in the end bad for our health.

Now new shoes can be tempting. They are shiny, maybe fashionable, possibly highly trendy. How many different pairs of newish and hardly worn shoes have you got? Why aren't you wearing those and not the old comfy ones? (Ok, you might not. You might be a reader who threw the old ones away. Good for you!) Well, most new shoes need a bit of wearing in - just like the neurological pathways, just like new habits ... and some simply don't fit. You might not have noticed in the shoe shop but find out later that they simply "aren't for you", they are continuously uncomfortable no matter what you try and they make your feet hurt. Well, then get rid of them, give them to charity or whatever and find the "right" pair ... and take the time to wear them in.

Find what suits you, go through the trouble of making it yours, incorporate it into your life and ... also be aware that this, however wonderful it is and however well it serves you right now, it might not last forever, might be outmoded at some point in the future. And it will be time for new shoes again ...

Stepping off my box now. Have a great week!

Hugs,

Mel

Choosing life's rollercoasters ... and enjoying the ride

Hello friends,

Yes, I'm back online after 10 days ( - in words TEN days - ) away from the internet. I took my kids on holiday up north in Germany near the Baltic Sea where my mum and my siblings live. We had some HOT holiday days with temperatures reaching 40°C and beyond on some days but luckily there were options to cool down like swimming in the sea or riding the log flume in the Hansapark theme park in Sierksdorf.

My two younger kids really made the most of the day, riding all the rides several times and I joined them on most of them. Even though the log flume and the "good old Nessie" - my first big rollercoaster 30 years ago - are still fun, the "free fall tower" is a bit of a let down for a bungy/ee jumper (great views though) the top attraction is - of course - the new kataplektor ride "Curse of Novgorod" (www.kataplektor.de) somewhere between (hi)story, house of horrors and a hell of a rollercoaster. Some of us enjoy those rides, others don't - is it the adrenalin rush, the "danger" even though you know you're perfectly safe?

When life throws us off course and onto an emotional rollercoaster, don't we have the same choice i.e. to embark it or not? to enjoy the ride or get off? to know that in reality we are safe and that this ride only lasts seconds or minutes at the most and that then we have a choice to keep riding or looking at other options? I know NOW (and yes, hindsight is 20/20) that I should have started going to theme parks again a lot earlier and CHOOSE the fun rides and just ditch the crappy emtional rollercoasters the once-upon-a-time-loved ones send us on.

Loving life and sending hugs,

Mel

The hypnotic attraction of food & drink in the presence of other stimuli

... or how to avoid stains caused by other people's sausages, chips, cigarettes (Yes, the non-smoking in public policy is not yet where I'd like it to be) and red red wi-ine ...

What a weekend it has been! Neustadt has been host to Rhineland-Palatinate Day 2010, more or less the whole town has been blocked for traffic, every car park transformed into a stage of some kind, thousands of visitors, loads of bands, activities and even more .... food stalls.

Ok, all these visitors need to be fed and watered (or rather wined in this area) and not everybody is lucky enough to live within a stone-throw of events (We've been "camping" at the new place since Friday) but why is it that people need to have their sausages DURING a concert and attempt to walk through the masses with them? I was really enjoying some "easy snapping" happy reggae with UB40 live on Friday night apart from constantly dodging people whose mostly greasy food items came dangerously close to me. What is so hypnotic about food stalls that they keep attracting people even when you can - for the limited time a concert lasts - do other things like enjoy the music and - heaven forbid! - move to it?

UB40 have been around for a good thirty years, I remembered them from way-back-then, my teenage days in the 1980ies and honestly had no idea what they were doing nowadays and that they have a new album out. It was a great show on Friday night, good, fun, feel-good music and for me seeing and listening to Red Red Wine live went full-circle, having seen the original performed by Neil Diamond Open Air in 1984 (just after it had been a hit for UB40). Another memory to add to the special pile ...

Big fireworks tonight to end the celebrations after public viewing of the football in the market square and elsewhere and tomorrow the town will turn back to normal. Have a great week! Hugs, Mel

The concepts of in-time and through-time and simply never assume anything!

Hello world, it's me again, still from my old armchair in my old home. Some of you may know that as of yesterday I have rented a flat in town. It's in an ooooooooooooold house, 1789 or something like that, no straight walls, some of the doors quite low, you get the picture (no, it's not THAT bad, this pic is from www.bilderkiste.de). Those of you who've seen the exposè - the photos were cleverly taken to make the rooms look more spacious than they actually are. The entrance is through the back and up some ancient wooden stairs. Once could say we are really well hidden. Nevertheless, it's going to be MINE i.e. for me and the kids and for the first time in twenty years I am completely in charge of everything. This is quite a daunting thought, on the other hand I also have the ultimate power of decision making of what goes where or if it enters "my home" at all.

So, how does all this connect to this post's title? Well, the flat was supposed to be ready for me yesterday (first day of rental) and I had simply assumed the official handing-over-of-the-keys would take place then. I had been chasing the landlord to arrange time since Thursday but only talked to his answering machine. Yesterday I finally drove by the house (not his, that was plan B) and found the current tenants still in there, right in the middle of moving. Funnily enough it had been them who had wanted to move out earlier since they already had a new place and didn't want to pay twice for too long. And again, I had simply assumed it would be empty and ready to be handed over on the day.

This very friendly family apparently has a different concept of time, the one called living "in time", being in the here and now and not too bothered about dates or deadlines. I wasn't too bothered about them still being in (a little surprised though), I was glad there was someone who could give me the keys because I had arranged for a technician to come on Monday morning to install phone, tv and - most importantly - internet connection!

As a through-time person I would have hated to cancel that appointment at short notice - the same way I would hate to be stood up by someone not arriving (vaguely) on time or not at all. So I'll be there tomorrow morning between 8 and 12 hoping for the best. And yes, the landlord rang a little while ago and asked if everything had worked out (yeah, surprisingly it did - I managed to find some keys) and if I had moved in (How without keys and the family still being in there??) Oh well, different maps of the world and communication lost in translation. We'll get there somehow, sometime. I'll keep you posted, have a great week!

Why do household appliances fall apart on Mother's Day?

Hello everyone, it's Sunday again and Sunday seems to have established itself as my blog-day ... at least for now ;) Last week was very busy at work, so this weekend I've just been lazy - as lazy as I'd ever want to be - and on top of that, it's Mother's Day here in Germany (and also in the US I believe), so my lovely children prepared breakfast, lunch and soon dinner too (ok, I had to tidy up after them and coax the dishwasher into working one last time). More about that later ... first of all - Happy Mother's Day to all mothers on this planet, wherever you are and if this day is celebrated in your country today or not, whatever your age or however your old your "babies" are, whether you are a birth, foster or step-mom (and grandmas included too) ... you are treasured and valued, not only today but 365 days a year! My mum is 81, so I'm blessed to still have her around, albeit 700 km away and only talked to her on the phone.

I was out food-shopping with my girls last night and at the florists in the supermarket mall there was the longest queue I'd ever seen there. It's surely a great business day for florists! (Pic from http://www.bilderkiste.de/ and NOT representing the local florist)

Ok, I wasn't all idle all weekend (can one ever be?) - Yesterday I did the laundry (not unusual I hear you say) ... in the BATHTUB! Yes, the washing machine has retired itself, soaked the launddry and now refuses to work ... and all this just weeks from me moving into my flat for which I would have bought a new one anyhow. That's not all, the dishwasher it's also on its last leg as are several other things. I have the feeling this house and its contents want to tell me: MOVE OUT, make yourself a new life!

Better go and see what son is up to in the kitchen (he's making spaghetti and tomato sauce, I fear the kitchen might look like a crime scene). I wonder who'll do the dishes afterwards ;) They grew up with the idea of a dishwasher, actually washing up was a game when in a holiday appartment. I wonder how this "game" idea will last. Oh well, even if I have my arms in the sink tonight (I'd rather sink into someone's arms, but hey, we'll get there) - they are real treasures and I LOVE them!

Hello world!

Hello everyone. My name is Mel A., I am not a Spice Girl and this is my first venture into the blog world. At 39 I'm at a turning point in my life, both personally and professionally and jumping right into my new life, or rather free falling like my friend Jan just said. Yeah, this is actually me - last September at Bray Lake near Maidenhead, UK, jumping off a 300ft crane. There is nothing quite like it and I have to warn you - it's higly addictive!

Why did I call this blog "Mesmerizing Mel"? First of all I'd like to thank Steve for the idea, secondly of course Franz Anton Mesmer, the original "mesmerizer". I had mentioned a change of profession and this is also going to be the main theme of this blog: I'm currently studying and training for a hypnotherapy diploma which I greatly enjoy. Therefore I'd like to share with you my thoughts and ideas on and experiences with hypnotherapy and hypnosis and what is going on in this world. Self-hypnosis has helped me greatly to overcome a personal crisis, but that will be a topic for another post. For now, take care and have a great week!

Mel x