Loving balance…

Boris the Wonderdog has come to stay with me for a few days and I am loving it. We have flowed together a few times over the years and he is a joy.

We’ve fallen into our ‘together’ routine and there are many magic moments as he hurtles across the beach chasing seagulls at lunchtime, retrieves his ball once and then hangs onto it till we get back home, ambles down the cobbled lanes first and last thing each day (such exciting smells) and chats to me as I knit and create. He is also a wonderful companion as I curl up to read at night time and he lies right next to the bath keeping guard, as I disappear in the bubbles. Instinctively, he is utterly silent when I am working.

I could have taken my phone out as we go on our walks, but there is a freedom in leaving it at home. This means there are no action shots, but my heart holds the memories.

There have been a few work and ‘techie’ challenges to sort out this week and he is a supportive sounding board.

I love him ❤ and my heart family for sharing him ❤

Lost in translation…

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The sunset yesterday.

Bella’s lovely Mum loaned the joy of Bella late yesterday afternoon and we had a great time down on the beach. We played chase and Bella’s tail went into overdrive as she ran for her ball up and down the sand. She is a bundle of joy and I love being with her. With every breath I took down there in the magical light, I could feel the strands of me coming back within. I came back to home. ❤

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Sometimes lives get lost in translation and the essence is missed by those witnessing it. I have had many comments made to me over the years along the lines of ‘Will you ever settle’ and ‘How come you never stick at anything’ etc.. The essence here is that I carry home in my heart in a light filled space that rests deep inside. I am settled within. Every single event, situation and moment of trial and error has evolved into what I do now and that flows naturally with love. I move forward with hope and it’s a funny thing about trust….you don’t know if you can trust, till you trust.

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As Bella and I left the beach we walked past the tea room, all lit up inside and sparkly with decorations. Lesley came outside and we hugged and had a quick natter. I stood there waving and blowing kisses to friends inside, whilst holding up Bella’s beach toys to let them know why I wasn’t coming in. Bella’s Mum had a yummy meal waiting for us when we got back and we sat by her log burner sharing peaceful moments and each other’s news. I returned home with some lovely food to have later, lovingly wrapped in containers. Today there is repeat joy as I can borrow Bella again and we’ll be back on the beach at sunset.

Blessings abound as life flows. ❤

The height of optimism…..

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Big Old Bob

Bella’s Mum kindly agreed to me borrowing her for a walk a few days ago and it was a joy to be together again on the beach throwing balls and walking along the sand. We met Big Old Bob and he was out with his Mum as she trained three guide dog puppies, Barney, Buster and Birdie. At thirteen weeks old it was Buster’s first time on the beach and he was beside himself with excitement. Bob was overseeing it all, as I am sure he has done for many other puppies over the years. Bob is as deaf as a post and talks in a loud yowl. ‘He can’t hear himself’ his Mum commented and I stroked his head as he leant against my legs and we chatted. I fell in love instantly and a serious discussion followed on Bob coming home with me. My landlady developing a fondness for dogs any time soon is unlikely, so this plan is on hold.

At the moment I am in a village in North Lancashire looking after Sebastian the cat and sitting writing at a table in the bay window. My view is a beautiful park, where the trees are managing to hold onto their colour despite the most outrageous wind and rain today.

I just glanced up at a box of cakes on the shelf and the sell by date is 29th December…it it highly likely that this box will be emptied within the next 24 hours.

I have some special buddies that I used to work with and we still sail together through our days on Skype. It’s our virtual office space and holds more blessings than I can count, as messages wing their way back and forth. The comment has just been made that today is going rather well and my reply……….’We’d better not broadcast this, because someone is bound to come along and * (insert your own favourite word) * it up!’

Holding optimistic hope as always at this end and flowing ❤ to you all. xXx

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A ‘knowing’ and gratitude for loving links….

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Back in New Brighton I am caring for the lovely Bella and on the beach at sunrise this morning there was a display by nature that rooted us to the spot. It was blustery and the sun rose behind dark, rain filled clouds which parted to let the light out. It shone across the watery beach and danced across the clouds in the sky opposite as a rainbow appeared underneath the image of the moon saying goodbye for the day. My heart took a picture and ‘spoke’ to my Mum and my heart buddies. I messaged them all when I got home and one of them, hundreds of miles away, was writing to me at the same time sending a picture of her sunrise.

Loving links. ❤

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I am loving the gift of this time with Bella.

We are having such fun together exploring the beach every morning and the hilltop streets in the afternoons. It’s only on foot that you see the detail of our surroundings and have the time to pause and drink it all in. Bella’s joy at chasing her ball and playing tag with all her lovely furry friends down by the water is a daily delight. I am blessed to meet and stroke so many lovely dogs and chat to their Mums and Dads. Bella and I have fallen into a natural rhythm for our days together and we chat away to each other. She nestles by my feet as I write and by my side as I knit and create. One of our favourite things is to sit in her Mum’s study right up at the top of the house and watch the ships and boats out at sea. As she rests on my lap, her little head leans slowly over and it took me a while to realise that she is following the vessels are they sail in and out. There is a tranquillity as we watch the wind in the trees, the birds wheeling and the sea between the chimney tops.

Loving links. ❤

From our favourite spot this morning we listened to a radio podcast of my lovely friends Chris Moran and Glenda Kerney Brown on a show last night. Both lassies write beautiful poetry and deal daily with the rigours of MS. It is a gift to hear them reading their words and feel the love that links across our life webs. Their poetry is a gift that reaches out to those who struggle to express how they feel. It is loving and brave in equal measure to share creativity in this way. Bella's Mum is an author and has recently trained as a poetry therapist. She reaches out to help those in need and here Bella and I sit in her special space, listening to loving creativity, watching nature as she shares her special display.

Loving links. ❤

Let’s talk to the animals..

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In the early morning down on the beach, along the promenade and in the park there is a wonderful collection of our furry friends starting their day with joy.

Bella, who has seen it all, ambles along as her Dad greets everyone. He used to share his home so that the local dogs had somewhere to stay when their families went away on holiday. He knows everyone and the dogs fly across to say ‘Hello’ to him. They never forget and the joy in him as he bends to greet them is special to see and as Buddy burst through the trees to find him this morning, I swear she was flying.

Furry friends greet each other and start to run and play instinctive games as they share balls and chase each other around trees. If you listen carefully you can hear them talking to each other.

Chief the lurcher, with a Dad barely awake, comes straight in for a cuddle. He is a wonder as he winds his body around mine and rests his head against my waist, looking up and saying ‘Gone on stroke me, you know you want too’. I stroke his head as I talk to his Dad, who affectionately calls Chief a ‘love sponge’, which is a perfect description.

Shadow is part wolf and floats through us all. He sees and catches moments that pass others by and when you look into his eyes there are many worlds there. He ‘bear hugs’ with his front paws and you need to stand rock solid to be with him.

This is their time and it’s a privilege to share it with them.

I finished work the other evening and went out to post some letters. I walked back the long way round by the beach and sat for a while with my friends on the ‘Old Boy’s Bench’ as it’s known locally. Zac the border collie had just lost his ball on the beach and was sitting rather forlornly under the bench. While we all nattered about the tides, nature and life, the sun set and the gulls took to the sky. Zac had a flash of inspiration and found a lolly stick. I managed to throw that stick for an hour for him to fetch before it gave up the ghost.

As night drew in we all parted and walked up our streets for home and the air was filled with ‘Good night’, ‘Sweet dreams’, ‘Sleep well’ and ‘Catch you soon’.

Letting go for new landscapes….

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A friend took this picture a few hours ago on a beach forty minutes drive away from here and it captures the essence of what I felt drawn to write about today. Life’s synchronicity flowing as ever…thank you Ivan.

I am back working on the telephone service, giving fresh perspectives and loving support to clients who call from around the world. The main thread throughout most of the calls is emotional difficulties and connections that are not balanced, be they relationship, family or work based. Love flows from the spirit world through me to those in need. I have not been working full time in this kind of way for nearly a year now and in the last few days I have found myself talking to some clients that are struggling with the same challenges we explored together before. We get so very stuck in this human world of ours and there are many reasons why we hold onto the familiar, but I think it can be broken down to two simple facets. We hold on through love or fear, or both.

I am very aware that each of us have our own paths to walk and journeys to explore and it is not for any other soul to dictate to another the perceived right or wrong way to do things, or the choices to be made. We all have freedom of choice.

My choice six months ago was to let go, walk away and float for a while. I was so lost, dis-spirited and lacking in confidence at the time, that I barely knew which way was up. I just knew that I needed to let go and allow things to unfold in their own way, so I could come back to myself, but in a different landscape. I had no idea how, or where, I just had faith that it would be alright. As you are all aware that took me on a chapter of house/pet/farm sitting adventures that may just make their way into a book….

In my new landscape there is a palpable peace surrounding us here in this rural setting and much comfort flows within it. I am communicating with clients interactively by typing, so I am easing myself back in and not using my voice. The love and support flows to them through my words on the internet. I can sit here at the open glass doors, at the front of my apartment, and soak up the atmosphere of the daily round that is ‘here’, without worrying about having silence for my clients.

My daily round is friendly voices and sounds floating on the sunny air; my lovely landlord and his sidekick working away on the latest apartment conversion and mending our outside lights (which are playing up), neighbour’s dogs and cats popping in to say ‘Hello’, sunshine dancing on wooden planks of the barn opposite with the herd giving the odd ‘Moo’ from inside, sheets flapping on washing lines, birds hopping across the branches of little fir trees against the barn wall and balancing on the feeders we have placed there, a Thrush singing her heart out, a gifted Lavender incense stick from Dylan Thomas’s birth place burning on my desk and the lovely sight of my patio rose, which has fifteen buds on it and nestles next to a huge potted pink Geranium from my Mum.

It is my hope that I can send the spark of life’s magic out to those in need, so they too can find the gifts woven into letting go for new landscapes.

My patio rose

Joy touches everyone, even those in authority….

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That teeny tiny little spec in the photograph is Dolly, a very happy, joyous Dolly.

Every day she and I have set out for her twice daily constitutional and it has never really flowed. Dolly struggles with her arthritis, and even though she is on meds and doesn’t complain, I can see her pain sometimes as she moves about. Now I talk to animals and they talk back. This morning we set out and normally we turn down the road or up the country lane and I let Dolly choose the way. After a little potter she asks to go back home. This morning, after our little potter, we had a chat and I suggested we try something different. ‘I trust you’ she looked back.

It is a beautiful day here today and this afternoon Dolly was thrilled to be taken to my car instead of across the grass. Her tail started to wag and she sat in the passenger footwell and stared at me all the way as I drove down the hill. We parked up at the long beach and the joy in her was so obvious. She bounded out of the car and we made our way across the pebbles onto the beach. We spent a happy hour pottering about paddling in the sea, amoungst the rock pools and across the sand. She dug in the sand to her heart’s content. The look on her face as she splashed in the sea created a heart memory.

We’ve struck gold and will be going back there every day.

As we came off the beach and over the top of the pebble dune I spotted a traffic warden leaning against his van, parked right next to my car. Ahhh, I must have missed the signs and also, completely forgotten the instructions left by Dolly’s Mum that is was a paying car park. Braced I walked across and popped a still happy Dolly into the car and walked round to him.

I smiled and said ‘Oooppps, have I slipped up?’.
He smiled back and said ‘Did you know it was a paying car park?’
‘I did’ I replied, ‘but this dear little dog was just so happy to be here and all I could think about was getting her onto the beach, and we’ve had such fun, I forgot!’
He grinned then and said ‘Don’t worry about it, enjoy the rest of your day’.
I said ‘Thank you, I am grateful for your kindness’.
More smiling …..

Joy is infectious. ❤