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Space for moments of joy…..


Lee Harris Energy

Life is an assault on the senses and peace elusive, especially if things are in a state of flux. Our natural way when we are moving from one thing to another is to try and pin everything down to certainties. ‘Right, that’s sorted then’, or, ‘I know where I am with that’ and my favourite ‘On course and sailing straight’.

The reality being that life is always in flux and lovingly holding the space for ourselves without knowing ‘what’s what’ is the essence of kindness. Transformation is flowing through for many of us and that is scary.

I am away from home for a little while doing something completely different and this morning I tidied up some toys and straighened a little one’s bed. I paused to place a pink teddy by her pillow and joyful energy poured in, followed by peaceful acceptance. ❤

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Book Review ‘Blood runs cold’ by Angela Kay

‘Blood Runs Cold’ is Angela Kay’s skilful second novel in the Lt.Jim DeLong series. The first novel being ‘The Murder of Manny Grimes’.

I was captivated from the first page and the way Angela paints her characters ensures you care about them straight away.

This is a suspense novel that draws you in and on and even with the skilful twists and turns the ending is unexpected. It has all the hallmarks of a good yarn, because I wanted to know who ‘dunnit’.

Beautifully done Angela and I look forward to your next book in this series.

Amazon UK: ‘Blood Runs Cold’ by Angela Kay on Amazon UK

Web: Angela Kay Books

Sparks of love….

Returning home to a pretty tea cup of blackberry preserve nestling in my fridge, full of flowing kindess from our landlady.

My loving man patiently waiting for me to run out of steam as I flew off at a tangent, then with ‘twinkly’ eyes saying ‘I have a joke for you’.

Winding balls of wool with my landlady's Mum, who has joined us in this special place, as we reminise about the days when our children were little and all the different things we have made over the years.

Thoughtful friends with a spare ticket to a play that was being streamed live into our local cinema messaging to say ‘Do you fancy coming along Jane and we’re all getting together to eat beforehand?’

Bumping into a friend who shares our special home at the local supermarket and being invited along to join her storytelling and yoga sessions.

On Skype each working day ‘sailing’ together with my lovely buddy as we share thoughts, giggles and our virtual kettle.

Sitting creating the special fingerless gloves with woven coloured strands from a kit that a special lass sent me from Yorkshire, just as she is writing to get in touch.

Messages flowing between my Mum and I, often reaching out to each other at the same moment.

So many sparks of love sprinkled through the days. You bet there’s other stuff going on with challenges to be sorted through, but as I sit here I choose the sparks. Ever grateful for the love. ❤

Hello…

❤ Sue ❤

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

There was an almighty racket in the garden. It could only be a wren. The tiny songsters have a voice far too big for their size, and their song is incredibly rich and varied. This, though, was a persistent, juvenile cheep, at a volume that seemed impossible for a baby bird little bigger than a walnut. I needed only to turn my head, though, to see the culprit, perched on the fence and demanding to be fed.

Grabbing the camera, I snapped a few pictures, then put out some food…high enough so that Ani wouldn’t get it. She has taken to eating birdfood, given half a chance, and whether it is scraps…which okay, I could have given her… or the meal-worm fat balls, she doesn’t care. She’ll eat almost anything.

The youngster, his beak still wide and yellow with youth, pottered around for a bit having breakfast, then flew into…

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Jason Garner – It’s Okay

Jason Garner Web

It is a joy to be connected to Jason and I love receiving his thoughts and writing. I felt compelled to share his latest piece ‘It’s Okay’.

It’s Okay by Jason Garner

Patience with the tides…..

This morning there was a sailboat heading out to sea. It took him a few hours to come up The Mersey as he battled the incoming tide and strong headwinds. He was under sail and at times his mast was almost parallel with the water. After this went on for at least two hours, a fellow sailboat came into view and with sails down, he was relying on his motor. Needless to say he sailed past the chap who was battling and I don’t need to be a psychic to sense the feelings flying around out there.

Yesterday, I took time out for a creative day and I am grateful for the space this created. I realised that I have ‘hung’ all sorts of expectations on a work situation coming into being and the pressure has got intense to say the least. I was building the pressure. What was I thinking? It will happen in it’s own good time and there is nothing practical I can do right now to move it along. It is as it is.

Today dawned without pressure and it brought a different level of calmness with it. I think a good buddy of mine would call it acceptance.

A few unexpected events dotted through the morning and I simply changed tack and did other things. One brought such simple joy into my day I have to share it. The ‘man of the house’ has put a whirly washing line up and out in the garden my freshly laundered sheets and towels are blowing in the ‘sunshiney’ breeze.

Yorkston Thorne Khan live at Latitude

❤ My lovely brother Jon Thorne with his special buddies James and Suhail ❤

the sound and the fury

I first saw Yorkston Thorne Khan a year or two ago at the Great Escape festival. Their short show was a peculiar mixture of all their backgrounds and influences. I enjoyed everything they did, but when they finished with Sufi Song my eyes filled with tears and I was genuinely transported.

Yorkston Thorne Khan are a strange group. Superficially they seem to have little in common, but they clearly enjoy each other’s company enough to tour for a couple of years, record two albums, and keep producing surprising and beautiful music together. And they’re relaxed, confident, capable and utterly charming.

Suhail Yusuf Khan’s stunningly powerful voice and ethereal sarangi bring a heady exoticism to the acoustic guitar and double bass of Folk legend James Yorkston and peripatetic jazz bassist Jon Thorne, but they share everything equally, and never try to overpower each other. This music doesn’t need percussion to find…

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