All connected on All Saints Day, as we always are….

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I awoke early this morning and lay snuggled under the duvet cover that Lynn has gifted me for a few extra minutes. It is a beautiful muted duck egg blue and antique gold threaded blanket of gorgeousness, which Lynn spotted and knew I would love. ❤

All the threads woven together, just like the threads of our life webs with the ancestors of our past and the lives to come in the future. All loving links, sensed especially on All Saints Day.

The sky mirrored these connections this morning with many layers of light and coloured clouds.

I made my way to an aqua aerobics class that the lovely lady who stayed here recently suggested. Maire lives in the States now, but she was brought up round this way and some things have not changed. We managed to create a few hours together when she was here and we nattered as girls do over a yummy lunch at the tea room. She told me all about this class, as she sensed I would love it. It was a long walk away, but I set off at a brisk pace and even managed to pause to have a quick catch-up with some friends out walking their dogs along the way. When I reached the club I was just in time and kind souls showed me what to do. There we were in the pool, a mixed bunch of gender, ages and flexibility. I have always felt rather clumsy and I have been known to hurt myself, especially when I am tired. The water was a blessing as I felt graceful, supported and I loved it. We all had fun and parted with promises to each other that we would meet and do this regularly.

I think it's fair to say I ambled back home at a rather slower pace…I know you can picture this. My body used to walking and doggy ball throwing was rather surprised to be eased into an hour of concentrated exercise effort. I have felt invigorated all afternoon though and glowing.

A gentle and kind suggestion has led me to another lovely thing to do, with new loving soul connections to bring to my life's web. I can feel my ancestors love and the love from all of you. We never walk alone. ❤

22 Responses to “All connected on All Saints Day, as we always are….”


  1. 1 dgkaye November 3, 2016 at 1:08 am

    What a lovely day Jane. True, we never walk alone. ❤ Hugs xo

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  2. 4 Al November 2, 2016 at 11:16 am

    Patty does this regularly at our local recreation center. She has made good friends and feels great after an aqua workout. Hope you will continue to enjoy this yourself.

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  3. 6 Dr. Steph November 1, 2016 at 9:04 pm

    Brilliant and true ❤

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  4. 9 clarepooley33 November 1, 2016 at 8:10 pm

    I love your photograph of the cloudy morning sky. I am happy you have found another pleasure and more friendly people to get to know. I have also been meaning to compliment you on your beautiful header photo with the pink roses. Hugs and ❤ xx

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  5. 14 Marylin Warner November 1, 2016 at 7:40 pm

    We never walk alone…Amen.
    Beautiful post, dear Jane, and a touching companion picture. ❤

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    • 15 Jane Sturgeon November 2, 2016 at 10:46 am

      Your Mum has a wonderful life web Marylin and she has gifted the art of creating one to you too…you are both very special souls. Much love to you all ❤ xXx with hugs and also, strokes for Scout.

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  6. 16 grandfathersky November 1, 2016 at 6:33 pm

    Sounds lovely – I miss the water, having grown up an Islander we were always at the beach or in the ocean. The lakes here are lovely, and you can drink the water, but the ocean is like being at home, swimming in it is life being part of the salty life blood of the planet. When I lived in Rocky Point on the North Shore, I recall always smelling the salt air as I crested the last hill on my motorcycle before reaching home. There were great bluffs all along the north shore there, there were many long stairways that would wind down to the beach.

    Hope your water aerobics work wonders for you, nothing like tuning the body so Spirit can re-synchronize in your life … Enjoy and all the best!

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  7. 20 journeyintopoetry November 1, 2016 at 5:22 pm

    Oh Jane, I don’t know why but this post brought a gentle tear to my eye; it’s so lovingly written, as always, and the connection we all share came through so vividly. Just lovely. ❤️ xxx

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