A shaft of daylight through the trees….

thru the treetops

This quest for different income strands involves a lot of head down and getting on with it, which hasn’t left room for reflection!

A caring friend offered lunch a few days ago and I gratefully accepted. She picked me up and took me back to her place, which is a lovely converted barn in the middle of nowhere. One look at my face and she correctly deduced my current level of tiredness and this is what happened……

Her beloved recliner chair (yes, it is going with her to the retirement home) was called into action and I was placed into it. Given instructions to lie back, snuggle down and cuddle a special cushion placed into my arms, as my friend cooked lunch and we nattered. I lay there and looked up through the vaulted ceiling to the sky beyond. The trees swayed outside and the peace was immediate.

I asked her what she was up to, and as women do, we got right down to brass tacks. There is a course she is thinking of doing, but is feeling a bit daunted by the level of work being asked for as she works full time. We chatted around it and I asked to see the literature the college had sent through. She cooked and I read through all the brochures. I absorbed the information and we nattered it through and found a possible way forward for her. Then I went quiet and she promised to wake me if I started snoring.

I looked up through the ceiling and it came to me. In the pages of those brochures there was a way for me to ‘tweak’ something I already do. All it will take is a bit of courage, effort and faith.

Thank you to my caring friend for a peaceful, loving space, a yummy lunch with great company and much laughter. Also, the priceless gift of a shaft of sunlight through my trees. Love you K. xx

16 Responses to “A shaft of daylight through the trees….”

  1. 1 elenacaravela October 7, 2013 at 8:41 pm

    Glad you could “see the light”;) Hope it works very well Jane!


  2. 3 marylin warner September 25, 2013 at 5:31 pm

    Our closest friends–those we can “natter” with (oh, I do love your expressions, Jane!)–are the ones who listen and share and problem solve with us. You have a jewel of a friend!


    • 4 Jane Thorne September 30, 2013 at 3:25 pm

      The older I get, the more I realise that my Granny was right….our female friends are like gold dust. Diamonds amoungst the rocks of life…love to you and yours. x


  3. 5 bardessdmdenton September 22, 2013 at 10:15 pm

    I am catching up, Jane, and rather exhausted myself – but wanted you to know what an inspiration your posts are when I come to them: full of the joy of simplicity and hope and love. Blessings to you, Diane XO ♥


    • 6 Jane Thorne September 23, 2013 at 7:11 am

      Diane, that is so lovely of you to take the time to say. I know that even when we’re frazzled and time is in short supply, the love flows and the link ‘hums’. Long may it be so. Much love and a big hug for you. Xxxx


  4. 7 Francina September 19, 2013 at 12:55 pm

    I love that photo, lovely Jane.. and when we sit quietly great things come to mind, don’t they?
    have a lovely day, xxx


  5. 9 countingducks September 19, 2013 at 12:52 pm

    Among other things I love that beautiful photograph, and I am very pleased you have friends who look out for you, but I am not happy to hear that you got so tired. An element of slacking can enrich many a life 🙂


  6. 11 Eric Alagan September 19, 2013 at 8:00 am

    You are surrounded by friends, Jane dear – what great comfort and cushion. With every day, success draws closer.

    I recently completed a first draft of a ghostwriter assignment and finished off with this last line – you fail only when you give up.

    Luv and hugz,


    • 12 Jane Thorne September 19, 2013 at 8:36 am

      Hello my lovely buddy and heartfelt thanks to you for taking the time to send encouragement when you are so busy. Well done for finishing your first draft and I look forward to reading the finished work…you are my beacon! Your last line is a timely reminder….thanks lovely. Big hugs for you. Xxx


  7. 13 ianscyberspace September 18, 2013 at 11:59 pm

    Well illustrated by that shaft of light through the trees.


  8. 15 tornadoday September 18, 2013 at 7:42 pm

    Sometimes it’s not about finding the miracle, but rather being still enough that it finds us………… 🙂 Lovely as always, Jane. ~ Much love, my dear friend. ~ Bobbie


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