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The wind beneath our wings…

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. ❤

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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Love floats up on the wings of hope and cake….

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As I settle into Mum and Dad’s loving harbour, there are magic moments weaving through and the start of strong roots going into a foundation. Emily commented the other day ‘Granny and Grandad simply flow love to everyone Mum’.

Last night I pottered out to my second line dancing class, held in the local social club, and as I walked in I was enveloped in ‘Hellos’, hugs and warmth, as if I had always been part of the group. The art of engaging my brain in direct communication with my feet is not an easy one and I firmly sit down to watch the more complicated numbers. There was a magic moment as I looked out across the hall and all the dancers were in line and singing in unison. They are mainly in their later years of life and as I looked across their smiling faces all I could see was happiness and youth, liberally sprinkled with sparkly tops and skirts. There is much comraderie and support flowing in the group and no matter how tired you are, it’s worth the effort of getting there. There is also laughter and one moment was priceless. I had bobbed into the bar area to get a soft drink before we started and I came back to comment to one of my newfound friends ‘Gosh, the bar is packed tonight’ and she replied, with a completely straight face, ‘Oh yes Jane, the dominoes team are playing at home tonight.’ All of life is here. Another magic moment was at the end as we were all spilling out into the car park. There had been a petite lady who had waved to me throughout the evening from across the hall and we stood side by side under the porch. She snuggled in and looked up at me as I put my arm around her and she said ‘It’s so good to see you up and trying different dances so quickly.’ I replied ‘You are all so kind that it doesn’t matter if I make a mistake, which I do often!’ She replied ‘Well, I’m new too.’ ‘Oh’ I said,’how long have you been coming?’, ‘Only three years.’ she replied. I kissed her cheek.

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This weekend my lovely friends Laura and Nikita came to visit from the Cotswolds and it was a gift to have some proper time together. We had plans to trip about and explore the local places of interest, which we did and I know that you can all feel the spirit of adventure filling our car as we ventured forth. Everywhere we went was closed and it became a running joke. Everytime we returned home to one of Mum’s lovely meals she would ask how we got on and we’d laugh. It mattered not a jot and we kept going from place to place and even managed to find a cafe that sold yummy cake, which was open ‘Yay!’. On Sunday we explored a beautiful little village that still has cobbled streets. The Sunday morning church service was just finishing and we went inside to a place filled with warmth, love and light.

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In the village there is a book exchange in a restored old telephone box with loving notes dotted about. ‘If you really like a book, please feel free to keep it.’ ‘If you are returning a book you have loved, then please leave a Post It note on it, so that others can share the joy’.

We also found little signs outside cottages offering fresh eggs and homemade jams and marmalade.

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Mum and Dad’s table has a vase full of pink flowers from Laura and Nikita. Pink for love.

There is also another magic moment to be shared, when I found myself needing a ‘fix’ on my car. I trotted out looking for help and was guided to a garage up on an industrial estate. A young lad came out and had a look for me straight away, fixed it and waved me on my way refusing any payment. I popped back next day with some yummy cup cakes that Mum made for him, decorated with chocolate stars and sprinkles. A few days later my little car developed another fault and I telephoned and booked her in this time. It was the same young man who came out to have a look (amidst much ‘cake’ teasing from his colleagues) he fixed the new fault on the spot and again refused payment. I thanked him and he hugged me. I looked at him and saw the magic of an old soul who simply flows love.

I am not only living, but thriving as new plans are explored and magic threads are being woven into a loving foundation.

Life’s cake made with love, happy tales, more love and trust…..

Our valley

My sister, who has been so very poorly, has recovered enough to come over so we could spend the day together and she could have a change of scene. A gentle stroll was undertaken on the highest hill here. I think it’s a mountain, but I am assured by the locals it is not. Anyway, we drove up to a midway vantage point, and then sensibly booted, we set off to walk the rest of the way up, gently, so very gently. It was a warm day and very peaceful up there, but it wasn’t long before our nattering and laughter could be heard. It was a very still and misty day down in the valley below and there we were strolling along and every now and then I would say ‘Over there is so and so’. ‘Ah ha’, Debs would reply peering into the mist. After a while it became a running joke and she was heard to comment ‘Give up Fan, I trust you’. She has called me ‘Fan’ since we were teenagers, because she said I always ‘Fannied about’. I mean really, how rude, and I might add, blatantly untrue!

My special pressie

I have been putting hours in on the support service and my energy flags, unsurprisingly. My lovely friend, who was right in the middle of moving home last weekend, dealing with the builders in his new home and managing his business, paused and baked me a cake. He wanted to do something that would sustain me through my working weekend. It was as yummy as it looks and yes, I did share it. Also, Trev has now discovered a sure fire way to render me speechless, as I stood with the cake in my hands, eyes filled with happy tears and silent…..silent for quite some time. Then I hugged him.

Jason Garner

I have been following Jason Garner’s thoughts and writings for some time now and we have flowed thoughts and comments to each other over the web. Recently an unexpected email dropped into my Inbox from Jason offering to gift me a copy of his latest book. I am so touched by his loving thoughtfulness. Everything this man does is wrapped in love and the parcel package even had the words ‘Wrapped with love by…a name and a smiley face’. I am savouring and enjoying every word of Jason’s first book ‘And I breathed…..from a life of matter, to a life that matters’. A joy to read and it is a joy to be connected to such a loving soul.

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My postman is very aware of where I live, because another parcel arrived yesterday. A gift filled with much love and thoughtfulness and I can see this beautiful picture hanging on my wall as I write this post. Christine Moran Poet, Writer and Photographer is a treasured friend of mine. This photograph is one of my favourites, taken by Chris in her garden, and beautifully framed to hang on my wall. Her loving card is on my writing desk and her enclosed angel friendship heart is hanging on my door post. Love poured from her parcel.

Flowers

Trev brought these flowers to my front door yesterday with a smile. He wanted to flow care and for me to have something beautiful to look at while I worked from my desk. His loving offer of a home cooked meal in his new home tonight, and the space to explore some new ideas to ‘nail a challenge’ I currently face, was gratefully accepted by me. I think I’ll wear a frock.

Penny

One of my neighbours and I have a special connection. Alison and I have both been on various trips around life’s watermill and that gives us an understanding beyond words. There is much laughter and ‘Oh you’d never guess what’s….’ as we bob into each other’s apartments sharing love, cake, milk, sugar, clothes pegs, coffee, Welsh tea bags (delicious), my washing machine that I turn on with a ball point pen, her oven when mine gives up the ghost, trips into town, potters around local markets, ‘Ohh, look what I made today…’ moments, walks through the grounds to collect fallen apples and conkers, a shared love for living here and Penny. Alison’s dog Penny is a delight and she comes with us on our adventures and I often glance around to see her sleeping on the end of my bed as I am working. She sits between us as we natter and plan. Love flows from Penny in a constant stream and when you cuddle her she leans in.

As Jason and Trev always say, Hugs x

The restorative powers of friends who make you laugh and Mars bars…….

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It happens to us all and this week I got a dollop of it as life’s irritants got the better of me for a little while.

Take a handyman who plays fast and loose with the schedule yet produces great work (albeit painfully slowly), a landlord who views everything as a battle (including conversations), my work shifts going to pot because of the first two points, a beltingly difficult face to face client, another beloved client under pressure who is emigrating and I am selling things for her, the weather, a beautifully handmade window blind not fitting (I measured it, I really did), an ‘out and out’ liar, Microsoft losing my account and fatigue (a friend helpfully suggesting this is hormonal….) and well, you get the gist.

I followed my instinct today and put a rescue plan into place immediately, just in case I was tempted to remove a certain part of my landlord’s anatomy that I am sure he is fondly attached too.

I texted my neighbour who I guessed was on her way home from work. She is ‘fabalous’, a word we invented after sampling her vodka mixers, where I swear I lost all the hairs in my nostrils on taking the first sip. My text read ‘Please come round when you can and bring Mars bars….I will trade homemade cake’. She did and we sat drinking tea (honestly), eating cake and Mars bars and the walls were soon ringing with our usual helpless laughter. Balance was quickly restored.

God bless her, for she is truly ‘fabalous’……x



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