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You are me and I am you – Thich Nhat Hanh

Dilly & Amy, bestest buddies

You are me and I am you.

Is it not true that we inter-are?

You cultivate the flower in you so that I will be beautiful,

And I transform the garbage in me so that you don’t have to suffer.

This is the kind of insight that is based on interbeing. If we live our lives according to this insight, we will not have to suffer so much.

~Thich Nhat Hanh

Shared from IB’s beautiful blog today at Make Believe Boutique

I dreamt last night that I went back to the Vendredi Club in France. Lesley and I were bowling along in her car through beautiful countryside, catching up on news and sharing our latest creative projects. I have a track on my play list entitled 'Angelus' that is the abbey bells of the Gregorian Monks and whenever I hear it, I am there in Aly and Ken's home listening to the village bell call out points in the day. ❤

I have been knitting lately with the bamboo needles Lesley gifted me and I can still feel the loving energy as we sat in peace on her porch and knitted together. I wore the socks she made for me at Christmas to the knitting group here yesterday.

Connection is vital. To put aside the technology and noise of our modern lives and gather together to simply be and to share. This morning my friends in France are gathering together to share, support and create. Yesterday we gathered together in Remember When, our special place, to share, support and create. Real loving connections, not just words on a page and images shared. Love beyond price. ❤

Flying with love and trust around a loving harbour…..

Fish Eagle

Here’s to a sparkly 2015 for you all and may it be full of opportunities, adventures and love. Xx

When our family went out to Africa many moons ago, one of my cousins David and I became firm buddies. He taught me to shoot, wield a catapult and spot things in the bush from miles away. He also accompanied me out horse riding, even though he was not keen on it! Another memory is our disagreements over hunting. I could never kill anything and I would find a Kudu or small deer in the freezer and get very upset with him. He had the gift of being a loving listener and gave me a safe harbour whenever I was with him. We were in our early teens then and the years rolled forward and our familes were scattered geographically over time. Tragically he died aged thirty eight and I still feel his loss today. Love connects us still and thanks to my psychic side I have seen him and we still natter. His ashes were scattered by his favourite fishing lake in Zimbabwe and if I close my eyes I can see the Fish Eagles flying there.

Last weekend a special day was organised and up in Lancashire I got to meet and spend the day with David’s grown up sons and their families. We stood there hugging and sharing memories as happy children and a great Spring Spaniel milled about our feet. There were many magic moments woven into the day. Ryan, his eldest, and I sharing memories and jokes and I could see his father at sixteen laughing back at me. A little one snuggling into my neck and giggling as we chased her cousins down the hall. Sharing future plans with Matt, the second eldest, as he changes career and has a new baby on the way with his lovely wife Mel. Sitting on the floor playing Trivial Pursuit with the older children as I glanced up and looked at David’s picture on the wall, as there I was playing with his grandchildren. Leaning on the shoulder of my cousin Andrew (David’s older brother) as we chatted to David’s youngest son and his wife, stationed out in Germany. Smiling and hugging Danny, his third son, for the first time. Four lovely boys, who have gone on to build loving families and careers. What a legacy. Love was all around and I am blessed to now be a part of it. Thank you Lou for feeding us all and sharing your lovely home. Xx

Following on from this, life tumbled this week and I have come to live with my Mum and Dad for a few months. I can work from here and Dad has gifted me his attic workshop, so I have somewhere to create and paint. Onward and upward as new plans are made.

Hurt needs fresh air to heal and the blessing is that David is still listening as I make sense of everything.

Love floats up, no matter what happens, and true love never dies. David has never lost his ability to flow love, as each of his son’s will testify and I am grateful that he is still here for me.

xXx

Reflections.

Love lights

We create,
With every thought, word and action,
We paint.

We feel,
With every hurt, loss and hurdle,
We shape.

We speak,
With every view, opinion and argument,
We reflect.

We nurture,
With every dream, wish and hope,
We love.

For today I will…

For today I will……

Nurture myself and those under my wings,
Send love out to those in my thoughts,
Go create the art I see in my imagination,
Put love and care into my actions,
Be grateful for all is as it should be right now,
Put my worries to one side,
Continue to place one foot in front of the other,
Have fun and see humour in the absurd,
Play AC/DC very loudly in the studio
And above all remember my ‘bollocks’ factor!

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The facts of our lives do not define us…..the strands of the tapestry we weave today is what we will be tomorrow….

You are not defined by your circumstances. If you are broke, divorced, a single parent, in debt, made redundant from work, working too many hours, living alone, ill, facing bankruptcy, losing your business or your home ….. these are facts, just facts, and if we allow ourselves to be defined by these facts then we are limiting ourselves. Facts do not define us.

It is our tales that define us. The strands in the tapestry of life around us are where our emotions sit and this forms the tales of our life and what defines us in our own minds. The choices we make, the actions we take, the changes we make, the people in our close orbit and how we feel about all of this. Every fact has a tale wrapped around it. When the tale of past events is your definition today then this is what you carry forward. If you are weaving a new tale into your tapestry then this will be your reality tomorrow.

If I asked you what you are, what would be the first word that comes out of your mouth?

Don’t judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant – Robert Louis Stevenson

Every day we create the lives that we live with everything we do and say.

What…….

seeds are you planting
is being watered
are you pruning
is being pulled up
are you shredding
is being planned
are your thoughts
is taking root
are you putting love into
?

Tend your seeds with care for they make the garden of your tomorrow.

The art of Moodling; imagination needs moodling – long, inefficient, happy idling, dawdling and pottering – Brenda Ueland

I woke up with the word ‘moodling’ in my head this morning and found that it was coined by Brenda Ueland back in the 1930s (bless Google).

All the time we are driven to achieve something in our daily round, to produce a tangible object for the time we are investing, even if our creation is a healthier bank balance at the end of the month. We trade our time for money when we perform tasks for others under the employment banner or we fly without a parachute when we are self employed but in all this activity we look for quantifiable ways to demonstrate what we have achieved.

Lately I have been doing some ‘moodling’ of my own without realising exactly what I was doing. I have discovered that the sky does not fall in if you stop for a little while to try, experiment, create and explore, or ‘splore’ as one of my little ones would say.

My moodling has led me to discover that my idea of making rag dolls from toddlers clothes is not going to fly. I watched a friend of mine sorting through her toddler’s outgrown clothes and as they were of no use to anyone she was getting them ready for the charity bin. Her face softened as she fingered the clothes and spoke about the memories that floated to the surface. That’s when I had the idea of the rag dolls as they would give her a heartfelt snapshot of a moment in time that she could keep. Lovey idea, but not something I have been able to bring into reality with any degree of success. My attempt at a rag doll was taken by Em (trying hard to keep a straight face) and turned into a hand puppet that she teased me with, at some length, peeping out from behind various household objects. Undaunted, I kept moodling through and this has taken my imagination along a different line and I have nearly completed a bag with the clothes and this time it is coming together and has a good feel about it.

Time spent moodling is not time wasted.

As a final note though if Worcester choses to moodle in the hen house once more I will be very creative in how I handle him!! Not a day goes by without this dear dog of ours being in trouble, it is just the depth that varies…..


Jane Sturgeon

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