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Joy….

There has been a theme lately of form filling and swift learning curves on how organisations run with differing processes and terminology. It reminds me of how some ‘techies’ used to share I.T. knowledge back in the 1980’s. They made it mysterious and confusing, which helped to foster the feeling of it being beyond the grasp of ordinary folk. I recall how annoying that used to be. There are similar threads running between some current social set-ups that are here to help those in need. How vulnerable people, who are facing sharp life changes, are supposed to find their way through all of this is beyond me. I sense there are many falling through the net.

An unexpected wave of paperwork hit this weekend and my sparkle got temporarily buried under the deluge, so I escaped on Sunday teatime to walk the beach.

The Belfast ferry was gliding into port to the ‘pip’ of the Sandpipers merging with the cry of the gulls. The sound of cathedral bells floated across the water, as the sun caught the ripples at low tide and it was peaceful.

I paused to breathe deeply and have a splash at the water’s edge in my wellies (which are flowery).

Driving to Mum and Dad’s yesterday the radio DJ was talking about a choir she had seen at the weekend, on the television show Britain’s Got Talent. I remembered when I returned home and found the clip on YouTube. What follows is seven minutes of joy from Flakefleet Primary School Choir.

Exploring dances…

Photo by Emily Baker…Hoar frost

The beauty of nature moved Em to go outside and explore on Sunday, as it often does.

Recently, I took a leaf out of my own book and re-arranged my ‘happy bubble’ home by the water; de-cluttering every shelf, drawer and cupboard as I went along. This also involved moving furniture as a new writing space was created in front of my bedroom window. A loving friend gifted me a notebook and on the front it says ‘She believed she could, so she did.’ I take it everywhere with me, as I jot down notes for a new writing project that’s coming to life.

This kind of exploring energy has been touching my clients.

There is a raw vulnerability when we enter into another’s private space and it touches everything. I am mindful that it’s not about how I would do things, the suggestions I may make, or how I see situations. Exploring together opens things up so that we can connect and find other ways of daily life flow. Some may fit, some may not, and signs of distress and upset from my clients call for a safe sharing with no labels, judgment or blame. It always touches on the way others see themselves with their inner scripts and beliefs and everyone is different, needing things that are unique to them. Exploring is being invented between us, moment by moment (sometimes with mis-steps in the dance), yet the overall energy is love.

A Diamond of Sixty Years Together….

My Mum and Dad – sixty years ago…. ❤

We gathered as a family to celebrate my Mum and Dad's Diamond Wedding Anniversary recently.

The children, grandchildren and great grandchildren bearing testimony to their lives together. All sparking in unique ways with the love, blessings, resilience, fortitude, flexibility, adventuring spirits, creativity and care that has sprung from their foundation.

We all love you both. ❤

Chop wood and carry water….

Pause and repeat; there were more gladioli at the supermarket, in a bucket without water, and they found their way home with me. As they revived and opened, these glorious blooms have brought beautiful hope into each room.

A lovely friend and I discovered that we have been saying the same phrase recently; ‘Chop wood and carry water’. ❤ Valerie.

Each day we flow with our daily round and do what needs to be done. Amidst it all, instinctive wisdom has had space to float up and I am grateful for that. Knitting helps; as my hands are busy, I can hear my inner self in the silence.

A monthly craft stall is arranged for the creativity that is pouring forth from my hands. When did we get so busy that doing the things that come naturally, that love and nurture us, became relegated to a hobby?

The flyers for my cleaning care project are at the printers.

Each day I chop wood and carry water, yet the stirrings of the 'new' are there as they take shape. Naturally making themselves heard, without judgment, as I learn to cease judging myself. Loving care and support from beloved connections flows daily.

I feel that if we try and hold on to anything that does not balance for us; ways, people, patterns, roles, thoughts, actions, judgment and labels….we tear.

On a light note; when I talked to a friend about my cleaning care project, her immediate response had us creased with laughter.

'I always knew you were a scrubber.'

Our furry friends know….

‘Image from Pixabay’

Nowadays, it’s all too easy to get overwhelmed and to keep pushing, doing, solving, fixing and hoping that this will balance everything out.

A pause to let things settle; to see what actually needs our attention and what we can just let be, is what we need when overwhelm hits. There are probably some spinning plates that can be left to drop too, if only we get the quiet and space to see that.

One evening this week I dive bombed into the pool for Aqua Zumba and it hit me; I was worn out on all levels. I had missed it building up and as I walked home, I felt weepy.

A dog, taking an evening stroll with her Dad, came alongside me and nudged my leg with her head. I slowed my pace right down to her amble and stroked her head. She kept walking beside me, nudging my leg and looking up.

Her ‘Dad’ laughed and said ‘Anbody would think she was with you.’

I smiled at him and asked her name.

‘Tess’ he smiled back, and with silent empathy he left Tess and I to amble back to the end of my home street together.

Tess and I nattered about the weather, her day and mine, and I carried on stroking her head, as she rubbed against my leg.

Yesterday, blessed with the flexibility of self employment, I was able to drop the reins for a few hours and nap. Then I was clear on what actually required my attention.

Bless Tess and Boris, as I am going to spend the weekend caring for him at his home and bless life’s grace to be with our furry friends, who just know. ❤

When routine blinds us

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From one of my favourite writers…

Yesterday morning I was going through the routine. I was by the door, and since I knew that it would take the little angel some time to get into the car, I told her to get a head start. I pushed the button to open the door of the minivan, and went back to get the other kids pushed out of the house. By the time I came back outside, my little girl was in the car, in her booster seat.

In one smooth motion, I jumped in, slammed the door, buckled myself in, and was ready for the … driving routine to school. When I looked back in the rear view mirror, I saw my little girl in tears.

Slammed on the break. “Honey, what is wrong?” The sweet girl mentioned, “You didn’t notice it.”
My mind is racing. “Didn’t notice what, my love?”
She softly…

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Sparkle…

Many moons ago, when my daughter was in Sixth Form, the lady heading up the careers section at school called me. ‘We’ve got a evening planned for the girls Jane, where we’re helping them with their CVs and offering careers advice. Could you come along and help?’ I popped it into my diary without a thought and carried on with my day.

Ignorance is bliss.

I arrived at the school that evening and found my way to Ann, who was busy directing everyone to their seats and she pointed to mine. The event was being held in the main hall, which was imposing at the best of times, and she had highlighted a chair at the end of a semi circle of fifteen seats, which had been placed in front of many rows fast filling up with expectant pupils.

‘What is that?’ I enquired.

‘It’s for the panel of speakers, Jane.’

I gulped. ‘Speakers, what speakers?’

‘Well’ she smiled (yes, really) ‘you all give a short ten minute speech and then we reconvene in the library and the girls choose who they want to have a longer session with.’

It was a bit late in the day to suddenly be asking questions, so I went and sat down, silently praying for help.

I found myself seated to a lovely professor from a local University and we introduced ourselves and smiled at others on the panel. The evening started and the first speaker stood up and did his bit. It didn’t take a degree in rocket science to work out that each speaker was an expert in the fields of careers, human relations, marketing and public relations. I wasn’t and I was the last one in the row.

During a brief pause, I mentioned this to the new friend seated beside me. He confidently predicted that every single aspect of career advice would have been covered by the time they got to us.

‘What are you going to talk about?’ I squeaked at him.

‘I am going to fall back on being a professor and my chosen subject at University’ he grinned back at me.

‘It’s surprising how fast you can go off some people’ I hissed back at him, with a smile.

‘I’ll buy a coffee in the break’ he whispered.

So, like a bush fire out of control, it fast came to be my turn to speak and I remember that moment as if it was yesterday.

I stood up and looked along the rows at all the girls and smiled at them. Then I started to walk along slowly at the front and as I talked my hands wove expressions of their own. I spoke about inner sparkle and how each of them was unique. How they all have inner energy and they just needed to find the places where it could fly free. Testing, discovering, honing and learning to trust their own instincts as they went along. There was no such thing as mistakes, it was all about discovery. Honouring themselves and the sparkles they flew with along the way.

I spent time afterwards talking to some of them individually; about their hopes and dreams, supporting those who had no idea what their inner sparkle was yet and about the expectations being placed on them and how to weave in and around those. There were many shared hugs that night.

I was reminded about feeling our inner sparkle today, as I was nattering to a blogging friend in America about taking chances. Yesterday evening, us girls gathered for an Aqua Zumba session at the pool and as the ladies were gracefully lowering themselves into the water, a special buddy looked at me and winked.

‘I’m dive bombing in’ she said and launched herself in at the deep end.

I hesitated for a second and then took off after her. As we surfaced spluttering and creased with laughter, our inner sparkles called out in delight.

Note to selves: stop talking and close mouths before entering the water!


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