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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. ❤

Loving roots manifest…..

The phone has started to ring for my new venture and not one call has been for cleaning. Most calls start with ‘Hello Jane, can you……?’ and the requests are for help with de-cluttering; sifting, sorting and creating calm in their homes, for all sorts of reasons and happenings. My heart is touched that folk feel safe to share their vulnerability.

Things are brought back to my happy bubble and I am selling on anything of use to others. Then in turn passing on clothing and accessories to my aqua buddy, who runs a second hand clothing shop. Anything else not obviously saleable is going to my buddy down the road, who runs a house clearance service and shop. He has been there for years and often helps those in difficulties with gifts for their homes. He gifted me some tins with lids, and with a named tape (and heart) on the handle of each one, they sit on my shelf to collect the abundance for my clients as their things sell.

It’s all community based and as I returned home yesterday I felt full of loving gratitude. The people I am meeting, love, stories and laughter we are sharing, hard graft, fresh air, support of loved ones and buddies and loving roots manifesting. I thought I would be cleaning, but life had another purpose and I am loving how this is growing. ❤

Does it need measuring or labelling?

So many times in life I feel the words ‘Does it need measuring?’ ‘Does that need labelling?’ and I ask that of my clients too. Labelling and measuring put such pressure on things, when they simply are as they are.

It has been pouring with rain a lot this week and one day I was listening to a client pouring his heart out over the phone, because his love did not feel the same way about him. He has been turning himself inside out trying to make it into the picture he yearns for. Right in the middle of his turmoil I glanced out through the rain soaked window and saw a tiny little sailboat, doggedly making her way out to the Irish Sea. The only reason I spotted her through the deluge was due to her primrose yellow sails. I found myself saying to him ‘What if it is what it is? What if you stop trying to measure, label and mould it into something else. What happens if you just let it be?’ The line went quiet for a while and he replied ‘But what am I then Jane?’ ‘You are still you, you are still whole.’ I said softly.

On Sunday I am heading off to walk in The Lake District with a local group that I have found. It’s an area I have always wanted to explore and this lovely bunch of intrepid souls have a coach and travel to the Lake District, Yorkshire Dales, Derbyshire Peaks, Snowdonia and North Wales. Marvellous. I found myself in a well known camping and outdoor gear store this week making sure that I would be suitably clad for these adventures. The young lad who served me has such a lovely, open way with him that I found myself sharing some of my vulnerabilities. Yes, I was able to ask him the question on whether the waterproof jacket would leave me free to walk, yet cover my ample backside, amongst the other concerns I had. We had built up such a rapport by the time we got back to the till, that other customers joined in and shared many things. We all parted by shaking hands and wishing each other well with our endeavours.

Then yesterday while I was doing my grocery shopping, a Mum was pushing a baby in her pram through the veggie section. We paused and I looked at her little one cuddling a bunny tucked under her chin, with her arm around him. I chatted softly to her and she smiled up at me. So peaceful and contented. Her Mum said ‘You know it doesn’t have to be the bunny. Whatever toy I give her as we leave the house, she loves them and looks after them in the same way.’

Leaving the social media arena…..

The medieval tower at the mouth of the Tagus River, Lisbon

I was writing a card to treasured friend today, as it’s her birthday in a few days time. We met many, many moons ago (before my daughter was born) when she and I were neighbours and our loving friendship has flowed through all these years.

Recently, Georgie and I had a magic time in Lisbon and it has been a struggle to recapture the peace we discovered since we returned to our daily rounds.

I have also been watching a manipulation grow through social media and it feels unbalanced, if not downright cruel and unjust at times.

So, with a strong desire to have time to honour the connections I love and cherish, I have deleted my Facebook, Twitter and PInterest accounts.

I love the Global Village we have in our blogging world and this has gifted loving bonds and supportive connections and long may that continue.

Rambling roses…….

There’s an old tree growing in the side passageway and the branches spread out at the edge of my kitchen window. It has leaves, but mostly it is covered in ivy and provides a playground for sparrows and chaffinches. Last week I spotted a hint of pink and there was a new fragrance flowing through the window. I went into the street yesterday and there she was in all her glory; a climbing rose, rambling in her own sweet way.

George was unexpectedly free on Saturday afternoon and he called. ‘Would you like me to take you to visit your Mum and Dad, because you’re not able to see them on Father’s Day?’ George rambling in his own wonderful way.

We all sat outside surrounded by my Mum’s pots and flowers as we chatted, ate and shared stories. At one stage George and Dad were up in one of Dad’s workshops (yes, I do mean one) and our food was ready. Mum said ‘Go and call the men Darling, the ice cream is melting.’ As we were leaving Mum placed a knitted jacket in my hands. ‘After your Great Granny got better and her sight returned, the first thing she made was this jacket for you.’ Family love rambling in it’s own special way.

Loving kindness…..

I had a lovely date on Friday night and as I stood at my front door his smiling face came round the hedged corner and he said ‘Hello, hang on a minute I have something for you’. He disappeared again briefly and to my delight returned with an armful of flowers rustling in floristry wrap. There are now filled vases in every room of my happy bubble (even the kitchen) and my favourite Lisianthus are on my desk beside me as I work. His loving kindness flows in like the sunshine this morning.

There was an interview on the radio yesterday and I sat knitting and listening. A young man was talking about the influences in his life and he mentioned a very good friend of my brother. I had an instant flashback to the happy wedding of my brother and heart sister on a beautiful summer’s day. We all sat on rugs having a picnic out of baskets and I met my brother’s friend for the first time. My heart memory of him is after lunch he arranged the baskets and made a great leap frog game up for the children and their laughter filled the air. We have stayed in touch and he gifted my daughter and I tickets to go and hear him play a few years later. I reached out to him yesterday to share my heart memory and he replied with loving kindness.

A sparkly friend has recently spent a few weeks in Cape Town sharing her yoga and massage skills with different groups out there. There is a wonderful picture of her in a school doing yoga with the children and a young soul was so caught up in happiness, she has her arms wrapped around my friend. The joy of that moment in time is heartfelt and can be seen in their faces. We have shared my love of Africa and I am delighted that she was able to experience it for herself. One morning she sent me a video of the garden in Cape Town as the day started and her loving kindness poured through.

A highly acclaimed author gifted his time and ran a writer’s workshop in Liverpool last week and I was blessed to have a place on it. To share time and get the sense of pure skill from a man who is passionate about what he does was magic. As I shared the feeling of the experience with my gifted friend, who is a professor of creative writing, she made sure I knew that she is here to help me weave my book project together. Loving kindness from them both helping me to find my writing voice.

A quick flash of a memory came in then from a few days ago. A friend who drives a bus stopped the other day and opened his doors.

‘Did you just miss the 411 Jane?’
‘Yes’ I relied laughing.
‘Hop on, I’ll catch him up for you. If I don’t manage to catch him up, at least I can drop you off at the ferry and you’ll have a lovely view till the next one comes along.’

He did catch him up to the sound of applause from his passengers and gratitude from me for his loving kindness.


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