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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.

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. ❤


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