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Our furry friends know….

‘Image from Pixabay’

Nowadays, it’s all too easy to get overwhelmed and to keep pushing, doing, solving, fixing and hoping that this will balance everything out.

A pause to let things settle; to see what actually needs our attention and what we can just let be, is what we need when overwhelm hits. There are probably some spinning plates that can be left to drop too, if only we get the quiet and space to see that.

One evening this week I dive bombed into the pool for Aqua Zumba and it hit me; I was worn out on all levels. I had missed it building up and as I walked home, I felt weepy.

A dog, taking an evening stroll with her Dad, came alongside me and nudged my leg with her head. I slowed my pace right down to her amble and stroked her head. She kept walking beside me, nudging my leg and looking up.

Her ‘Dad’ laughed and said ‘Anbody would think she was with you.’

I smiled at him and asked her name.

‘Tess’ he smiled back, and with silent empathy he left Tess and I to amble back to the end of my home street together.

Tess and I nattered about the weather, her day and mine, and I carried on stroking her head, as she rubbed against my leg.

Yesterday, blessed with the flexibility of self employment, I was able to drop the reins for a few hours and nap. Then I was clear on what actually required my attention.

Bless Tess and Boris, as I am going to spend the weekend caring for him at his home and bless life’s grace to be with our furry friends, who just know. ❤

Sparks in the gloom…

Life has flowed with a few challenges lately and I've been left gasping for air at times.

I lay there in the middle of one sleepless night and simply did not know what to do to soothe myself. My wisdom said 'Stay still and do nothing.' Then I sensed a lovely dog in spirit on the bed beside me and felt my Gran and her Mum, my Great Gran, close by my side. A feeling of calm settled in and I could let the feelings I had be, just as they were. Breathing in the experiences, breathing out the feelings.

I needed unconditional love, so the next day I asked my heart family if I could borrow their lovely boy, Boris, the German Shepherd. 'Absolutely' was their swift reply and he's coming to stay with me for a week after Easter. ❤

That sparked another idea and I ordered insurance, new wellies and some marketing postcards. Say 'Hello' to Jane's Dog Walking Service. My old flowery wellies have done two years sterling work, so I took my new ones out at lunchtime today and christened them in the sea. I also found some more sea glass and treasure to add to my collection.

My heritage is rich with hand crafts, so it is no surprise that I turn to that for comfort again and again. My lovely buddy Pam and I set off on Friday to a local art gallery, as they were running a Creative Think Tank, with taster sessions on all sorts of crafts being showcased. I had it in my head that I would finally get to have a go at wood carving, which has been a long held dream, and willow basket weaving. You just know this didn’t go to plan don’t you? We had a great time and saw all sorts of wonderful things, while discovering that the basket weaving and wood carving courses were out of our financial reach right now. Then the unexpected happened. I had made a connection with one of the receptionists when we arrived and he was looking after everyone by keeping the whole event flowing. Pam was absorbed trying out a Viking weaving loom and having a great time. I glanced up and Mark came over and said ‘There’s more going on in other rooms Jane, can I show you?’ So off we went and I found myself at a table where a lovely lady was demonstrating rug making with re-cycled materials. I took a seat and Alison let me have a go weaving strips of old t-shirts into hessian and I was right there, in the moment. She showed me what materials to try and what to back the rugs with. The edging stitch that holds it all together is new to me, but my Granny said in my head ‘I can show you that Jane’. I’d discovered a new joy. As I sat at home later, knitting, my creative sparks started to fly. I have been a painter since I can remember when and for the last few years it has stopped ‘talking’ to me. With the rug making I can chalk and ink my design on the hessian and by hooking in re-cycled materials, there is more leeway. It doesn’t have to be precise and as the freedom of this sunk in, well I am sure my heart singing could be heard far and wide.

It’s been dark and raining like ‘billy-ho’ today and then just as I finished my new wellie walk, the sky brightened and the clouds looked as if they had been brushed on the blue.

A ‘knowing’ and gratitude for loving links….

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Back in New Brighton I am caring for the lovely Bella and on the beach at sunrise this morning there was a display by nature that rooted us to the spot. It was blustery and the sun rose behind dark, rain filled clouds which parted to let the light out. It shone across the watery beach and danced across the clouds in the sky opposite as a rainbow appeared underneath the image of the moon saying goodbye for the day. My heart took a picture and ‘spoke’ to my Mum and my heart buddies. I messaged them all when I got home and one of them, hundreds of miles away, was writing to me at the same time sending a picture of her sunrise.

Loving links. ❤

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I am loving the gift of this time with Bella.

We are having such fun together exploring the beach every morning and the hilltop streets in the afternoons. It’s only on foot that you see the detail of our surroundings and have the time to pause and drink it all in. Bella’s joy at chasing her ball and playing tag with all her lovely furry friends down by the water is a daily delight. I am blessed to meet and stroke so many lovely dogs and chat to their Mums and Dads. Bella and I have fallen into a natural rhythm for our days together and we chat away to each other. She nestles by my feet as I write and by my side as I knit and create. One of our favourite things is to sit in her Mum’s study right up at the top of the house and watch the ships and boats out at sea. As she rests on my lap, her little head leans slowly over and it took me a while to realise that she is following the vessels are they sail in and out. There is a tranquillity as we watch the wind in the trees, the birds wheeling and the sea between the chimney tops.

Loving links. ❤

From our favourite spot this morning we listened to a radio podcast of my lovely friends Chris Moran and Glenda Kerney Brown on a show last night. Both lassies write beautiful poetry and deal daily with the rigours of MS. It is a gift to hear them reading their words and feel the love that links across our life webs. Their poetry is a gift that reaches out to those who struggle to express how they feel. It is loving and brave in equal measure to share creativity in this way. Bella's Mum is an author and has recently trained as a poetry therapist. She reaches out to help those in need and here Bella and I sit in her special space, listening to loving creativity, watching nature as she shares her special display.

Loving links. ❤

Le Belle Francais……

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I have been gifted some more time in France to care for my lovely furry buddy Belle.

My friend’s sister picked me up at the airport yesterday and we all gathered on her verandah to enjoy a yummy dinner, whilst we caught up with each others’ news and laced the air with laughter as the sun set.

My friends and their family flow loving kindness like a natural spring and as I absorbed the magic peace of being back here in France with them all, my cup filled to overflowing.

At an unearthly hour today my friends set off on their travels and I donned my new wellies, so Belle and I could go out and greet the day. My new fabulous footwear was a gift, so I can explore with Belle and stay warm and dry in style. We all decided that I will leave them here, as my ‘French’ wellies, knowing that I will return.

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Autumn is drawing in and first thing this morning the valleys were full of mist lying like clouds below the treetops. Mankind was silent and all Belle and I could hear were the cockerels and crows greeting the new day, as the smaller birds tweeted to each other from the trees and hedgerows. The peace held us safe as the sun drew up above the horizon and nature sang her joyous song.

Peace

Peace

Let’s talk to the animals..

Lovely dog

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’.

Where love is the harbour…

Harbour

Children play in our street and I love hearing their happy sounds. One of our neighbours mends bicycles and he can often be seen testing them up and down the road. His children come back from school and sit chatting to him as he works in his front yard and his wife brings him a drink and they spend time together. He flows love into his work; that love flows out to all that pass by and beyond a shadow of doubt, it wraps around his family.

I love going to the open air gym in the park and walking down by the sea. An added joy is I am getting to know the other walkers, joggers and dogs. Oh the dogs ❤ Shadow wants to play and walk close by, sharing what he sees. Gus the lurcher (still a beautiful puppy) throws himself up for a hug. His 'Dad' commented this morning that he loves the first part of the day and smiling at him I nodded and said 'It's full of hope isn't it?' He smiled back and said 'I never check the weather Jane'. The weather is what it is and the dogs bound about greeting each other, chasing balls, sniffing everything they can, bringing fellow spirits together and gifting us all the opportunity to share.

My Mum is busy knitting baby dresses to go into the stock at my friend's shop and our messages, emailed photos and calls going back and forth are a joy. 'I've made this, what do you think?', 'I've run out of wool, what about 'so and so' to finish it, would that work?' and yesterday's hilarious one. 'I have finished the teapot cosy, but a single strawberry took about three hours to create, so I am changing the plan!'. Mum and I are soothed by knitting, creating and having somewhere to flow them on to, gives us a purpose. There is love in every stitch. I have wrapped the strawberry up in tissue paper and it's going to Daisy in a parcel with other gifts from Aunty Lynn. A memory floated up then from last Sunday, as I made a hash of knitting a row, I went to unpick it and said 'Oopps 'a Daisy, I made a mistake'. Daisy looked at me and said 'That's my name' and got the giggles.

I flow on the loving strands of daily rounds. The shared love, support, encouragement and above all understanding. The 'Ohh you'll never guess what', 'How are you diddling?', 'How was your day?', 'I saw this and thought of you', the 'I had an idea, thought, feeling' ones, the 'Goodnight, sweet dreams' and at times the much needed downloading to clear head space. The calling out 'Hello' whenever any of us come home to our loving harbour.

That is all anyone wants, to be loved and understood. It's as natural as air. Life flows and we are all a part of it and what we flow is part of the whole. What we hold inside of ourselves flows out. Everything in constant motion. It's the air that we all share, the energy we all create. ❤

Life’s layers unfolding with loving grace…

Shropshire plains

A few weeks ago I traveled across to the Shropshire hills to care for a dear friend’s furry brood while she was away painting for a few days. What an idyllic spot she lives in. A beautiful country cottage, high up on a hill looking out across the Shropshire plains on one side and towards the North Welsh hills on the other. Claire has a purpose built painting studio and workshop in her garden and they will weave into my story later. Just outside her front door there is a stile and once over you can walk for miles along the ridge, across fields full of sheep and ploughed furrows awaiting future Spring plantings. On Sunday morning I awoke early to start work on the support service and I promised those around me, wagging their tails expectantly, that we would all have a walk first. Tiggy and Max, her dogs, love their walks and Gus, a beautiful marmalade tabby cat, always waits on the stile till we are safely back home again. The biscuits they all get after a walk are not the main incentive here of course! This picture shows the mist that was rolling through the valley that Sunday morning and in the stillness it was like being in another world.

Valley mist

In a recent romantic connection I was starting to feel unsettled and could not ‘pin’ the why, then life blew the mist away and the landscape was laid bare. Sadly in life, there are souls who have absorbed the belief that love is not pure and it becomes twisted inside of them. On the service I offer support and loving help to those who are stuck in relationships where all sorts of harmful patterns are being acted out. One belief I hold close, is that people do not ‘see’ their own harmful patterns, nor change them, till they are ready to do so. Sometimes, this realisation never graces their lives. The only souls we can change in this life are our own. It became very clear to me this week that a destructive pattern, under the guise of love, was being introduced into my life. I firmly set my sails in another direction and sailed away.

Last night, looking at a recent canvas I have painted, I really ‘saw’ the detail in the images. I could feel the passion flowing from the paint and I recalled where I had created it. Claire lives with loving grace as an exceptionally talented painter and she is a very special soul. She lovingly said I could use her studio, paints, equipment, anything that I needed, while I stayed there. Thank you Claire. That Sunday afternoon when I had finished work, I tucked up in her studio. Her windows look out across the fields where ‘Sheep-a-vision’ plays out naturally under a soft blue sky, tractors trundle past and the birds sing their hearts out. I created something in a completely new style which sprang from my love for life and I am now going on to create more in this different style. I had loving ‘pats’ at the doors while I painted and gentle, furry company came in to join me.

Love is not cruel, manipulative, controlling, nor unkind in my world.

The Gang


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