I saw an oldie but goodie this morning and it made me chuckle. Thank you, Debby and Sally. ❤

Women are angels and when someone breaks our wings, we simply continue to fly, on a broomstick. We’re flexible like that!

Yesterday I played hookey and went with lovely friends to visit a wonderful converted old mill in Flintshire, North Wales, where all the stone buildings are filled with yarn, fabrics and craft supplies. There is also a restaurant selling yummy homemade food on-site, which will not come as a surprise to any of you.

The day was filled with support for each other while we chose the things we needed for future projects, bounced ideas around and at times were bent double with laughter. Plus, there was a sale on, so the bargains we found were a bonus.

Welsh rarebit for lunch added to the wind beneath our wings.

We ended the day sharing coffee and lemon drizzle cake back home in the conservatory of a clever lady who creates animals from her imagination that make you go ‘Ohhh, will you look at that!’ Her lovely buddy sparkled as she talked about the things they used to make together and it was obvious how these two souls have been the wind under each other’s wings for many years.

Today I had a tricky situation that flowed through my morning. Before I would have gone quiet, internalised it, hashed it about, stewed on it and made myself feel thoroughly ‘Yuk’. The re-vamped me reached out to my buddies and they flowed their wind under my wings. I managed to maintain a calm exterior, stop anything inciteful from leaving my mouth, handled it and stayed in my space of grace. The soul with a tendency to dramatic wind then passed on through and all settled back down again, without upset.

My Granny used to say that the older you get the more important your girl friends are and those are wise words.

Thank you girls for being the wind beneath my wings. ❤

50 thoughts on “The wind beneath our wings…

  1. It does sound as though your day was rewarding overall, Jane, and the disturbance to which you allude passed off without incident – I’m glad, but I do recommend a small brick in the handbag as a reliable standby option. BTW, I too have experienced a similar reaction after Welsh Rarebit…
    hugs galore!

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  2. Hello my Lovely. Thank you for another beautifully inspirational post, and thank you for the lovely mention. ❤ I'm so glad you are busy doing happy things with friends. Your grandma was a wise woman – the older we get, the more we appreciate those dear girlfriend relationships. ❤ Hugs flowing to you. xoxo

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  3. Girl friends are treasures beyond measure…they know just how to mend our wings and broomsticks. Let’s keep flying with our friends– or as you put it so wonderfully, Jane– “Women are angels and when someone breaks our wings, we simply continue to fly,…” Hugs! xo

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  4. Jane,

    The day with your friends sounds wonderful.
    What you say is true. Girl friends are precious
    and for sure ‘the wind beneath our wings.’
    (one of my all time favorite songs!

    Have a blessed day!

    Sarah

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