Sunrises, stuff, food, friendship and love….

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A friend texted this morning to say he had started his day out in the frosty fields watching a beautiful sunrise from his tractor. I messaged back requesting to be taken out on this tractor and in return I offered home cooked food…I shall keep you posted on his response….

When his text landed I was busy in the kitchen baking bread and making food as I have friends and Emily, with her Uni friends, coming over later.

It has been a week for making food and gathering people together as two family units that I love have hit hard bumps on their road. Our circumstances do not define us and I think when things get rough we are sorely in need of our friends to remind us who we are and that all things pass. Stuff happens and what matters most is people. Stuff we can sort, deal with and manage somehow, but it’s showing people care, support and love that counts more than anything when life gets tricky. Oh, and lashings of yummy food, as this is a vital part of love.

Hard bumps have ripples and I now need to find a new home. I see this as just stuff to sort, what matters more to me is my friends right now and what they are going through.

Food, love, hugs, laughter and reminders of who we are and what we all mean to each other are the golden strands that flow through.

A ride on the back of a tractor at dawn would also be a treat …


16 Responses to “Sunrises, stuff, food, friendship and love….”

  1. 1 Al February 8, 2013 at 7:52 pm

    That picture is National Geographic worthy and you are a great neighbor!


  2. 3 tornadoday February 8, 2013 at 7:49 pm

    I’ve often thought that mistakes are what really make our fate. Without them, what would our life be? Without shape, or purpose, or comfort. If we had never veered from the path, we wouldn’t fall in love, be broken, or become who we are. Regardless the way, home is a place we recognize. It exists in the still small voice of a sparrow, the rush of geese into the sky, and a gentle breath from the heart of a friend. Always, there are blessing in our becoming. Love this, Jane, and I’ll be praying for your tractor ride. ~ Love, Bobbie


    • 4 Jane Thorne February 11, 2013 at 12:53 pm

      Hello Bobbie and yes, thank you for your heartfelt words. I have watched the falling snow this morning and have tried to mirror the hush out there in my soul…all is well. Who knows what magic and surprises come from the next bend in the road? My tractor ride may not happen but I know that life will lift in so many other ways…love you xxx


  3. 6 countingducks February 8, 2013 at 5:14 pm

    Circumstances do not define people, but often our responses to them do, and yours are as impressive and natural as I would expect


  4. 8 grandfathersky February 8, 2013 at 1:10 pm

    Sounds like you’ve in herited some gypsy blood, I hope your wanderings are giving you insight regarding change. Everything you say here is true … If you have friends and family, love in your heart, and a gathering for a meal, there is little else required … ( and at least your government offers health care to its people) All the best – Peter


  5. 11 Maxi February 8, 2013 at 12:54 pm

    A ride on the back of a tractor at dawn … that’s a warm and cozy image Jane, goes right to the heart. Now I’m curious about the friend and the invite.

    Maybe it will help to smooth the “potholes” showing up in the road of your life.

    Hugs and Blessings ~ Maxi


    • 12 Jane Thorne February 11, 2013 at 12:49 pm

      Hello Maxi, I asked a friend if I could have a ride on his tractor…I had such a burst of longing for my teenage life in Africa on the farm when I got his text. You know what I have discovered? Spirit lifts for us come in all sorts of forms and mine are not necessarily going to come from being on the the back of a tractor! Still pothole filling at this end, but with lifts. Big hugs to you xxx


  6. 13 journeyintopoetry February 8, 2013 at 11:58 am

    Hello lovely friend.

    This post has been written by someone who sees her glass half full rather than half empty. or as a friend of mine said recently, he is simply glad he has half a glass. A new home so soon! You have just settled in this one 😦

    Lots of good food sounds just the thing 😊

    Love and lots of hugs



  7. 15 Eric Alagan February 8, 2013 at 11:58 am

    Dear Jane buddy – you know what they say: A burden shared is a burden halved. A joy shared is a joy multiplied.

    Bumps in life — that too will pass and having friends around sure makes it easier.

    Luv and hugz, Eric


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