Posts Tagged 'connections'

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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Girls together….

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Our lovely ‘Knit and Natter’ group came round to christen my new ‘happy bubble’ today and oh, what a joy that was. They came through the door carrying plates of home made food, yummy goodies and planted pots, with lots of ‘Oohh’s and Ahh’s’ for where I now live.

We have a safe space between us all and I love how we share, support and make plans for fun things to do together. Also, the times we crease up with laughter, as they are the best.

Each time we get together we discover new things about each other. We had no idea that one of our happy band worked in a bakery for 48 years and her pudding disappeared like greased lightening today.

With all the new seeds I have planted during the last year, it was vital that I stayed close by, so I could still go to group on a Thursday morning. These lovely ladies are an important part of my life and I treasure our connections.

My day started with the sun peeping through the fog and cloud for just a few minutes and we went on to create our own sunshine at lunchtime. I watched them climbing the steep hill home afterwards, as their loving ‘Goodbyes’ and ‘See you on Thursday’ floated back down to where I stood on the doorstep. ❤

All breathing together….

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A picture of Bumble, Lulu and Harry running through the fields with me on a farm sit in Wiltshire a few years ago.

I was told to expect Harry on that sit, but Lulu and Bumble were a surprise when I arrived, as were many other things on that farm. I recall driving down the track to the first farm gate and there they were, all standing together expectantly, as the lady farmer was already on a plane. I opened the gate while chatting to them all and opened my back car door and they all jumped in. We navigated a few more gates and drove into the farm yard together. They stayed with me as I handled and fed other surprises, as the sun started to set on the day. I then found the farm house key and got my furry friends and I fed and sent a ‘And the other dogs names are?’ email, amidst other queries regarding the other surprises. I have a clear memory of taking a bath that night chatting to the three of them as they lay beside the tub to keep me company. As we all settled down for our first night together, things got interesting. Harry, a huge flat coated retriever, took up his post at the bottom of the stairs on a massive dog duvet and Lulu and Bumble got on the bed with me. In the dark they started to growl at each other and I sat up and spoke gently into the night. ‘Now girls, we have ten days together and it would be lovely if we could all get along with love’. I waited to see what would happen. There was some shuffling on the bed and Lulu settled on one side of me and Bumble on the other and peace flowed for that night and the rest of stay. I really need to get this chapter in the book written, because those days are etched in my heart.

Oh, and it turns out that Lulu did live at the farm with Harry and Bumble belonged to a friend who had gone on holiday with the lady farmer. Said lady farmer didn’t feel it was worth mentioning either dog, because Lulu was a sweetie and I was there anyway, so Bumble made three and that was OK wasn’t it? Priceless.

Train disruption played havoc with my travel plans to visit Mum on her birthday yesterday and I was late getting there so it made sense to be flexible and stay with Mum and Dad last night. I lay in bed, in a borrowed nightie from Mum, and sleep was elusive as I was a tad overwhelmed with feelings and thoughts. I let the whole mix settle inside me and this is what floated up. We all do ‘priceless’ things sometimes and have ‘priceless’ moments and some dear souls operate from that place a lot and some all of the time. As I lay there I felt life’s web in my heart and could see all the connections humming on it. I heard my Great Granny’s voice with her wise philosophy; ‘We each have a magic circle around us and we choose who nestles within that circle.’ My heart family, treasured friends and loving connections are in my magic circle. The loving souls I connect with in my work are there too, in the safe place that we create together. At various points on life’s web are all the other connections on life’s journey. Healthy boundaries place them lovingly on life’s web where they can simply be as they choose to be. If someone chooses to be ‘priceless’ in a hurtful way, then I send them way out on life’s web with a loving thought and distance. We are all connected, so you can never cut people off, it simply does not work like that. Yet at a distance, life can flow without the need to personalise things. If they are choosing to put poison into their magic circle, then that is their choice. It’s like a drop of poison in a glass, you would know that it was there and it would contaminate the whole glass, yet a drop of poison in an ocean dissolves.

We are all connected. ❤

All connected on All Saints Day, as we always are….

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I awoke early this morning and lay snuggled under the duvet cover that Lynn has gifted me for a few extra minutes. It is a beautiful muted duck egg blue and antique gold threaded blanket of gorgeousness, which Lynn spotted and knew I would love. ❤

All the threads woven together, just like the threads of our life webs with the ancestors of our past and the lives to come in the future. All loving links, sensed especially on All Saints Day.

The sky mirrored these connections this morning with many layers of light and coloured clouds.

I made my way to an aqua aerobics class that the lovely lady who stayed here recently suggested. Maire lives in the States now, but she was brought up round this way and some things have not changed. We managed to create a few hours together when she was here and we nattered as girls do over a yummy lunch at the tea room. She told me all about this class, as she sensed I would love it. It was a long walk away, but I set off at a brisk pace and even managed to pause to have a quick catch-up with some friends out walking their dogs along the way. When I reached the club I was just in time and kind souls showed me what to do. There we were in the pool, a mixed bunch of gender, ages and flexibility. I have always felt rather clumsy and I have been known to hurt myself, especially when I am tired. The water was a blessing as I felt graceful, supported and I loved it. We all had fun and parted with promises to each other that we would meet and do this regularly.

I think it's fair to say I ambled back home at a rather slower pace…I know you can picture this. My body used to walking and doggy ball throwing was rather surprised to be eased into an hour of concentrated exercise effort. I have felt invigorated all afternoon though and glowing.

A gentle and kind suggestion has led me to another lovely thing to do, with new loving soul connections to bring to my life's web. I can feel my ancestors love and the love from all of you. We never walk alone. ❤

Two remarkable women……

Sunset

Two remarkable women have passed away this week and they are linked. They never knew each other here on earth, but just as we are all linked, so are they. Each of them had hearts broken and their hearts expanded through the cracks and shone a bright light for those that were blessed to know them.

Suzanne and I met when we worked together a good few years ago now. The loving links that were forged during those days still hum with love for all of us linked from that time. I will never forget her kindness and understanding when I walked away from my husband and marriage. It was a few days afterwards, I was barely functioning and Suzanne and I were sent to man a stand at the National Schools Exhibition. We showed up and did our stuff and halfway through the day she bobbed away for a few minutes and returned with a gift. It was a notebook beautifully bound in velvet of all purple shades and sparkly beads. ‘Write down why you made this decision’ she smiled at me ‘because in six months time you will need to remind yourself of the reasons’. How wise she was and I filled that notebook. There were many other moments of kindness and shared understanding through the years. When she was diagnosed with cancer, we all held the hope that her courage alone would knock the ball right out of the park. Suzanne tackled this part of her journey with humour, huge love, bravery and an expanding heart. It encompassed her children, her best buddy and husband James, his daughters and their wider family and friends. She was smiling right up to the end of her time here on earth.

Our Aunty Tessa, my Dad’s eldest sister, slipped away to her loved ones who have gone before yesterday and she has left so many memories. Tessa faced a challenge when she was left alone with five children to bring up and how she flowed with that one is inspiring. She became a foster mum for newborn babies and from birth to six weeks they would come into her care, before they went on to their new families. Tessa’s way with babies was a joy to watch and many, many little ones passed through her loving and capable hands. One special little soul was poorly as he had fluid on the brain. He was operated on and a pump was placed into his head and I can see Aunty Tessa now holding him on the kitchen table and hand pumping the device to keep him alive and to drain the fluid away several times a day. Sebastian and Tessa bonded and there was no way she could part with him, so she adopted him and ‘Freddie’, as we all lovingly call him, became one with us all. I have a clear memory hours after Emily was born when my Mum and Tessa came to visit us girls in hospital. Aunty Tessa held Emily and checked her over. She just knew what to look for. She looked at me across Emily’s little head and said ‘She’s perfect Jane’ and she still is. Tessa and Mum sat on the end of my bed and talked about when their first babies were born and I can still see Aunty Tessa’s face, because it transformed and she looked young and carefree again as she was transported back in time with her happy baby memories. So many memories as my lovely Aunty loves animals and nature as I do. There was egg collecting, goat keeping, ducks, chickens and so many lovely gardens, because boy did Tessa love to move house! So many babies and little ones in the family were tucked up in blankets and taken for a spin around the garden in her wheelbarrow. With a minimum of fuss she met and married Uncle Tony and I remember all their visits as they used to pop in to see me and my family, wherever we were. Gifted homemade jam, eggs and baking…it’s a family tradition. I bet they are having one grand tea party in spirit now.

Love flowing from both these women, whose hearts simply kept expanding no matter what they faced. I love them both and my heart goes out to those who are grieving. ❤

Love on the walls…

Butterfly love

There are so many higgeldy-piggeldy apartments here that we have a rustic mail box set-up under the trees in the courtyard where we park. It works and I have learnt to be quick off the mark in collecting my post when it rains. I go up there first thing each morning and a few days ago there was a little package waiting for me. When I opened it there were all these butterflies nestling in pink tissue paper and a little note on top from Emily, my daughter, saying ‘These are to match your paintings Mum’.

I look around my home and Emily is everywhere and each creative piece evokes memories. From the paintings she created especially for here, to the ceramic tea-light church and bowl she made as a child. Some of her marbles are in a vase here and their buddies are in a hand decorated Kilner jar that she uses as a door stop at Uni. Loving links and memories are everywhere.

One of my paintings

When Em was three I had a little business where I painted terracotta pots for garden centres. She’d stand by the understairs cupboard asking me what I needed ‘size wise’ and she learned to count with those pots. If I close my eyes I can see her doing it now. Often she would sit beside me painting her own. I used to leave them to dry on the kitchen windowsill and we had lovely neighbours Dave and Flo, aross the way. Dave would come up the garden path and kneel down to chat to Em. ‘What have you been making our Em?’ he used to say and she’d show him her pots. He would commission her to paint him some and she’d put the earnings into her moneybox. Dave always displayed her pots in his garden where she could see them when we walked past. We all adored him.

Both ‘us girls’ comfort, balance and work things out in life by creating. Emily has been creating lately and her paintings are on a whole new level.

Buttefly Heart

Vision

I sit here looking at her butterflies and remember the loving moment that breathed life into her latest creations. At her Dad’s there are some gorgeous new ‘grandchild’ members of her extended family. The little brothers were visiting recently and the toddler was bored, so Em got her paints out and started making pictures with him. They made a ‘handprint’ picture which he loved, so Em involved his baby brother and his Mum. There is a special video of Em holding the baby’s hands as she placed them on the canvas where he is chuckling and chatting away to her, with his little legs kicking out, and not once do his eyes leave her face. Those moments captured on film are very precious. The main canvas with all their handprints is a work of love and Em joined some of the hands as butterflies. I know their Mum will treasure those paintings and from this Em started to make butterflies and 3D paintings with hearts and butterflies.

Family Love Paintings

They are a work of love and I now have love flying on my walls. May you always create Em and flow with love Darling girl, for you will always have my love.

Butterflies


Jane Sturgeon

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