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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.

Love is the bridge….

There was a huge rainbow in the sky over Liverpool yesterday evening and I tried to capture it with my mobile phone camera. My photos did not do justice to the colours and energy that were filling the sky, yet it was there and my heart felt it.

I sat watching in wonder as the base of the rainbow grew larger and shone out with light and dark and all the colours in-between. It sparkled in the sky. The spectrum of life in all its glory, each colour flowing along with the other.

We are pressured in this modern world of ours to look for the light colours in life (to remain positive), while not acknowledging the darker colours and the depths and wisdom contained therein. All colours have their place. In the constant striving for the ‘light’ we battle ourselves within, as in denial of the darker colours we close off to the whole.

Acknowledging all the colours of life; we can observe and bear witness to them, yet we do not have to sink into any one. No one colour holds the key, for they all blend and flow together to make the whole.

They all give light and energy as they flow and the energy is love. ❤

Return and repeat….

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A few weeks have disappeared while I muddied my own waters and got lost in the shallows. I had ventured forth nurturing a connection and was giving it space and time to see what evolved. My words had changed and were embracing the new, but my emotions were firmly locked back in the past. So guess what happened? I got a repeat of the past.

All of life is energy and we are all energy. What is reflected back to us, is what we are putting out there energetically, no matter what words or actions we dress it up in. Some of us are facing tragic, difficult and at times overwhelming circumstances, yet we still have the power to choose our own thoughts. We also have the power to change the patterns that our thoughts are driving.

We feel our way through life with our emotions sparking from our thoughts, which then drive our words and actions. We get what we focus our attention on, so it is natural to want to nurture and foster thoughts that ease us into a contented space. We can choose our thoughts.

I watched the planes on the distant horizon coming in to land this morning. The sky was dark with snow clouds and every now and then, as they circled, the plane’s lights would shine through the murk.

I have had two significant sparks shine through in the last twenty four hours. One was from a loving friend sitting in my ‘happy bubble’ favourite chair and watching the view. She was listening to me natter away and with her insightful way of being she suddenly swung her gaze onto me and said ‘What you have just said is a great idea, how about doing that?’ and I felt the energy of it, smiled at her and it took root. ❤ The second spark came as I watched the planes, again from my favourite chair. I ‘twigged’ that I had got exactly what my emotions expected with the way recent events unfolded. It simply is what it is, because it matched my emotional energy vibration.

We choose what we focus on and life, being the natural force that it is, will flow it back to us. Return and repeat.

It makes you think doesn't it? What thoughts we can foster to nurture and grow contented plants in our life gardens. We choose our thoughts and that can change our patterns.

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. ❤

Letting the light in….

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Sometimes life seems to hit the ‘warp factor ten’ button and our ‘life plates’ are full with too much to deal with all in one go. I have not written anything for a few weeks now and that is always a sign that I am overloaded and the things that maintain my balance are getting lost.

There are many light filled energies nestling in my life garden and loving thoughts and care weave around them all. My heart knows that if I fill my head, heart and life with these thoughts then all my words and actions will flow forward from these loving energies and all will thrive.

My heart is full of love for……

My Mum and Dad and their safe harbour, loving support, understanding and jokes. So many evenings lately Mum has placed a hot meal in front of me, when I can barely keep my eyes open, as Dad gently asks how I am getting on. As I move on to my new home in October, (only fifteen minutes away by car), I will be but a heartbeat away. Bless my property developer friends Carl and Victoria for offering me a lovely new home. A bonus of this is that I can now care for their lovely dog Boris when they go away…happy days.

Jim, my earth angel, who stands like a rock as the seas have got stormy. His loving tenderness and thoughtful care are constant and the picture above shows one of our favourite spots where we curl up together to natter and giggle. Blessed are the moments he has stroked my hair, taken me by the hand and shown me hidden gardens, canal walks, secondhand shops full of treasures, steamy coffee shops, fairy lit restaurants and nature reserves. Close to tears one day, he noticed and got me driving the pitch roller at his local cricket club to distract me. Vans, tractors, diggers and now a ride on roller, I loved it. When he said ‘Lean on me, I am not going anywhere’….he means it.

My new workshop has windows and is flooded with light and looks out over the trees by the riverside. Jo, my sculptor friend, who pops in for tea and a catch-up (as I have only moved across the yard from the space we shared together) loves it. Ray, our yard manager, is a rich source of inspiration on woodworking, life and laughter. His templates are creating all sorts of wonderful wooden items. John and his son Chris, my old next door neighbours on the yard, kindly shared their work space with Jim and I last week, so we could re-vamp a metal desk project together. The banter was a joy and filthy dirty, but happy, Jim and I had a crash course in metal working. This fortuitous little episode is the spring board for our new salvage business, so Jim, his buddy Matt and I are now ‘JJM Salvage and Design’.

Roger, our loyal family friend of so many years, has kitted me out with every tool I could ever need, so whatever I go to make now, I have the right gear to hand. Bless him from the bottom of my heart, as I could not have made the workshop move without him.

The love, healing, care, support and laughter flowing from my treasured friends is the song that weaves through my days. I love you Chris, Emma, Tracey, Laura CS, Jo BB, Debs, Angie, Laura B, Peter and Wendy. Hugs for you all.

Love, light and cherished energies as we all flow forward together.

Flowing love – nature’s priceless currency….

Snowdrops

Flowing love
From open hearts
So pure.

Joy
Uplifting and unfolding
In energy.

Welcome
The first drops
Of Spring.

xXx

It’s all gravy…..

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Emily, my daughter, has a great saying of ‘It’s all gravy…..’. There have been a few sharp moments lately, wrapped in challenges, and I choose not to hold onto them. Instead, as I gather my ‘creative whatsits’ to produce a writing commission for a client, I am hand picking some cracking highlights from the last week.

A bench looking out over a waterway, filled with water lilies, fish bubbles, butterflies and a beautiful view. New ideas and a different perspective emerging, fed daily with love and support. Kindred spirits.

A safari at Woburn Park, Bedfordshire. Elephants, lions, tigers, giraffe, rhinos, zebras, wolves, bears, monkeys, sea lions and penguins, to name but a few. Unashamed excitement.

An evening meal outside, as it’s September and still hot enough to enjoy this glorious weather. Shared smiles.

Hedgerows full of blackberries, cherry and damson plums. Jam aplenty.

An afternoon in a very busy tearoom, full of chat, much laughter, banter and shared loving effort to get everyone served. Teamwork.

Sunflowers, a tasty lunch and a helping hand delivering my latest creative efforts. Sunshine.

Neighbours calling at the back door as the smell of baking wafts across the gardens. A fair few cakes being baked for an order and ‘The Cake Lady’ is born. A start.

Emily and I sharing our individual creative endeavours with each other, at each stage. Love and laughter. ‘Wowzers’.

Yes Emily, ‘It’s all gravy…..’

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Jane Sturgeon

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