Posts Tagged 'care'

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.

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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.

Connections at Nowroos…..

Nowroos is today and it is the Persian New Year, also known as the Iranian New Year.

We are all connected and the notion of separateness is simply that, a notion.

A client was in touch this morning with a tricky business situation and he is gathering advice from two quarters. It was only a matter of time before my perception and suggestions on a forward course were the total opposite to the other advice he was receiving. There is no right or wrong here as no-one stands alone and we are all connected. What matters at the end of the day is the choices our client makes and how they sit with him, because he has to live with them.

We gather information, and goodness only knows it is coming at us left, right and centre in this modern world we inhabit, and we make our own choices. We then need to own those choices. Taking some time and sitting in peace to check in with ourselves, will help us to sift and sort on all the information we gather and already hold within. We can trust in our own guidance systems and the loving support of others is the icing on the cake.

I have just received a message from a lovely young man who I was fortunate to meet last year. It said ‘Happy Nowroos to you Jane and your dear family. I wish you a year full of good news and lots of success’.

It is unlikely that he will ever see his family again and I remember a meal we all gathered together for last year. Our hostess had made a beautiful soup with fresh bread and a talented lass from Saudi Arabia had brought along some tasty dough balls that she had made. The conversation turned to where they had all come from and the Saudi lass put her verbal boxing gloves on. Her questions were defensive and rather charged, but what caught my attention was how my Iranian friend handled them. He didn’t inflame the situation, or patronise, and he was gentle and humble with his replies. Wisdom belying his tender years was coming off him in waves. I asked him how he had come to this country and with humour, self deprecation, and leaving out sharp details, he touched on his story. I was unable to speak when he had finished and we started to eat. As we sat side by side I noticed that he was pulling his bread apart. This lovely man is running at such a pure frequency he misses nothing and he caught my unspoken question and explained that he dislikes crusts. Still unable to speak, I pulled my bread apart and exchanged his crusts and put my soft parts on his plate. We exchanged a tender look and have stayed in touch ever since.

We are all connected. ❤

Remember When loving care decorates the heart…

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Remember When tearoom reach out with love and save a space every Thursday morning for their knitting group to meet. There are many blessings that come from being part of this group in this special place.

It’s like stepping back in time and we are all wrapped in care as we are offered toasted teacakes, toast and hot drinks. There is a wonderful assortment of china teacups, teapots and cafetieres of fresh coffee, with jam and butter in glass dishes. We sit there each week sharing each other’s news and life snippets surrounded by antiques, collectables and love. It takes us all back to a bygone era where people had time to listen to each other, without the interruption of technology. In this peace bonds have formed that hum with golden light and love. It is also a wonderful source of shared creative knowledge and experience as we help each other with our various projects. If any of us need help in life, then we know we can reach out and the others will be there. There are also moments where it is unsafe to take a sip of tea or coffee as the light hearted in our midst time their hilarious one liners with unerring accuracy and drink can spurt out of noses and across the beautifully laundered tablecloths, often! Go the girls….. ❤

A while back we all agreed to get together for a Christmas tea in our special place and we had a savings pot that was added to each week. This week our moment came and this is a picture of our get together. ❤

We also gathered together late yesterday afternoon to run a stall in the tearoom supporting local charities and the Christmas Street Fayre outside. We will be running the stall again this Thursday morning, as we realised how our loving bonds translate into a cracking display of teamwork. Plans for next year are already being made. ❤

Serenity weaving peace….

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One morning Belle and I climbed a hill to watch the sun rise and my heart took a picture I will always treasure. There was a faint mist in the lower valley as the horizon turned bright orange behind the outline of the trees and a flock of birds flew across the skyline to greet the day. Belle and I both stood soaking it all in as night became day.

I was kindly invited by my loving friend’s sister to a creative club that meets every Friday in a local village hall, where many women come together to spend the day sharing, chatting and working on their latest creative projects. We also had a demonstration and practical session where we were taught how to decorate cardboard and wooden boxes. I loved every single second of it. There were a few nationalities and different languages being spoken, all with the universal thread of love. Kind support flowing to women who have faced cancer, have on-going health and life issues and a few who have met with widowhood. I could see the energy flowing between them all as some sewed while others quilted, glued, painted, knitted and crocheted, with some ladies resplendent in straw hats sitting outside under the trees painting at easels. At one point they put music on and danced in the dappled sunshine. A few of us were resting on the outside benches eating our lunch at the time and I felt the expression on my face spoke volumes as I watched their happy faces. My kind companion asked if I was OK and I commented that I had no words. She smiled and said ‘That’s because you belong here Jane’. It was a day I will never forget and I deliberately left my phone at home so my heart could take pictures.

My loving friends returned and took me around to see places they knew I would love.

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Belle’s favourite park in Lauzun

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And the tower on a distant hillside atop a tiny village that twinkles with lights against the ink black sky every evening.

Magical moments were created in Le Temple-sur-Lot, at Latour-Marliac the water lily growers who have been creating beauty since 1875. Claude Monet purchased the water lilies for his famous gardens there.

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Blessings in magical moments……

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My loving friend reliably informs me that there are 27 sleeps till I see them again and can spend my days with Belle. ❤

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’.


Jane Sturgeon

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