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Sparkles in a daily round…

Sparkles

It’s my turn to polish this week in our loved home. I’m sitting here writing to you all with the scents of polish and a cooling, freshly baked cake wrapping round the rooms.

Each day I go out to breathe in the fresh air and re-charge my batteries. I am often seen heading down to the seashore to take my wellies out for a splash in the sea and they love it! A few days ago, it was late afternoon before I managed to break away from work and head out. As I pottered down the promenade there was a Mum holding her toddler son’s hand as they ambled along, and as I came beside them, he turned and grinned at me. I reached out my hand and he took it. We all walked along together playing ‘One, two, three, wheeeeee’ as he flew between us. As they headed back to their car, I stood and watched a man walking his dog on the beach. The man had one of those ball throwing sticks and he would pause with the dog at his feet, then he’d throw the ball along the seashore. His dear dog stayed exactly where he was and looked up at his human friend, wagging his tail as if to say ‘Gosh, that was a good throw’. They both set off to get the ball, then the man stood poised to throw it again and off it went sailing through the air. The dog stayed at his buddy’s feet and carried on wagging his tail, looking up at him saying something like ‘You’re getting really good at this’. They set off and retrieved the ball again. The man repeated the whole exercise several times and the dog stayed resolutely by his side. It was priceless and I got the giggles.

I have radically changed my diet and will no doubt be talking about that in future posts, but right now I am getting the hang of it all. It means that I am a frequent visitor in our local shops. As I was being served yesterday, the lady at the till asked if I needed a bag. I held mine up and replied ‘No thanks, I am fine as I remembered to bring mine’. She commented that she always forgot hers in the car. I told her that I walk everywhere now, so mine was attached to me. Her reply pulled me up short. ‘Oh, I’m lazy and I drive everywhere’. I straightened up from filling my bag and looked at her and spoke straight from my heart. ‘I am sure that’s not the case. You are probably short on time, rushing to get a million things done and very tired. Please be kind to yourself’. Her eyes filled with tears and we stood for a minute as she talked and all sorts poured out. The lady, who was standing by her trolley behind us, joined in too.

My buddy, who works on the service that I have returned to work for, and I nattered this morning online as we always do when we’re working. We are all linked online in a private group and it makes a huge difference to our daily working rounds that we can share together. I commented that it was her loving care that had brought me back to work on the service and I was grateful to her. Her reply was ‘We felt that we could care for you properly Jane if you were back in the fold’.

So many sparkles in my daily round and it’s love, everything sparkly comes from love.

Creating a new tapestry with faith, hope and love, always love, and discovering a natural rhythm…

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My friend Gary was away on a business trip this week and he took a picture of the sunrise over Newcastle and he has kindly gifted it.

There is a meal being created for us all to share in our home today and we have realised that we are missing our fresh herbs. Our thoughtful landlord has organised builders to re-vamp the back yard over the next few weeks and to build a shed for storage and ‘hopeful’ bikes. By the Spring we will have a lovely space to share outside and we can all ‘see’ pots, herbs, plants, seats and colour.

We have a peace flowing through our home which is nurtured with kindness, thought and laughter, much laughter. Take four strangers, bring them all together in a beautiful house that has been lovingly restored and within a few short weeks what do you have? You have magic flow and a landlord who is going to stay with us for a while.

This week has been a collection of organising, sorting, making decisions, writing, knitting, laughter, watching films, catching up with friends, registering for local services and finding my natural rhythm.

Life flows gifts: a new mirror in the bathroom with a sparkly edge, watching the sea at storm level throwing spray high up into the air to the delight of watching toddler’s, playing air hockey in the arcade to shelter from a sharp hail storm, going back to my natural hair colour and having the length chopped off so my hair can swing, sharing coffee, tea, cake and nattering in the ‘Driftwood’ cafe, starting to learn the history of this special place, walking around the point and looking across to Liverpool and spotting the landmarks, exploring the rail network, watching the swans on the pond by the sea, seeing the ships come in and out on the Mersey, discovering the local films and talks that abound up here and breathing. Simply breathing in the peace of my home, relishing the space and choosing the strands to create my new tapestry with care to the backdrop of my natural rhythm.

Life flows gifts.

Writing on the pages of life…..

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This photo was lifted from a slide taken way back in the seventies. Blessed with parents that believe in adventures my sister, brother and I were gifted with some wonderful childhood years living in Africa. Dad was not in the photo as he was taking it, but you can see my Mum, Debs, Jon and I as we went on holiday to Victoria Falls in Zimbabwe. I love this picture, because it reminds me of my roots and our family spirit.

In the stream of life recently there have been two situations that have caused considerable undertow and I nearly went under. Each day has been a struggle to keep breathing, never mind moving forward. I dislike feeling vulnerable and as those closest to me know, I do not do blame, bitterness or recrimination, it’s not in my character. I may get flashes of anger, but I give them a nod and then let them go as swiftly as they come in.

Mind you, that is not always the case…..

I did find myself on one memorable morning recently faced with a man (a stranger) who was incandescent with rage, shouting at full pelt and not listening. I nearly put my thoughts into action, where he would have found himself losing contact with the ground as my hands lifted him up by his collar. I felt (irrationally) that a face to face moment may help his ears to open. Fortunately for both of us my Mum spotted the rare flash in my eyes and stepped between us to calm things down. It was a sobering moment though, as I realised that my customary staggering tolerance is not flowing at the moment.

Anyhoo, back to focus of this post….

With strong emotions rolling through me that feel like grief, I have learned a fair bit in the past few weeks.

There is never an ideal time to start a new business.

With a whole raft of former (so called) failures and ‘Do you remember when’s’ ringing in my ears (with some finding an echo in my heart) I choose not to let my past play a part in my ‘now’.

Each technical stumble is a learning moment.

There is healing in a peaceful work space.

Painting and creating is a meditation.

My instinct is there for a reason.

Love and support are welcome, worry is not.

Focus is key.

Chocolate and hot coffee have hidden powers.

My Mum’s homemade cake spreads joy to my neighbourly warehouse businesses.

Dad’s gift of a power tool hand sander is amazing.

The love and encouragement of family and friends, as I have shared each newly created piece at various stages, is priceless.

Every thought, word and action that springs from love has wings….

and I cannot sink when the light shines in through the stream.


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