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A day’s freshness…

Tip toeing through the stillness of the house, I observed the sunrise from our ‘garden in the sky’.

Unplanned this weekend, my lovely young neighbour (who lives on the same floor as me) and I sat on a shared blanket outside on the flat roof and knitted together. She is gracefully flowing through on some life changes, as am I, and our conversation weaved in and out with the yarns we were using. At one stage she looked at me and said:

‘Gosh, look how my scarf is growing as we talk. While my hands are busy, my thoughts are coming out whole.’

We shared ideas and plans and after we’d both finished work yesterday, we carried on as she tested out my new sofa arrangement. I am sure our gentle murmurings and shared laughter drifted downstairs.

I did something on Saturday night that put a foot back in the past temporarily and that called for loving dollops of self forgiveness. Then yesterday I wrapped my addled brain around the GDPR implementations (European data privacy) needed for my blog and web site and researched a new software platform for my work. All flowing changes and also, sparks for memories of things and connections that have been tried and left in the past.

Us girls talked about how we are coping with our changes, how things are unfolding and we both become aware of something that underpinned all we were sharing. We change our clothes every day, yet the cloak of emotions we carry can stay the same.

We both let a little fresh air into our cloaks this weekend and I feel lighter this morning. ❤

Pictures of my roof garden..

For Shimon ❤

I have put the hydrangeas and bird bath out in the far corners, so I can see them. The other pots are nestled against the wall, giving the plants some protection against the salt wind.

For Christy ❤

For Deborah ❤

For my Mate ❤

It’s a start and I have my eye out for a deckchair now ❤

Patience with the tides…..

This morning there was a sailboat heading out to sea. It took him a few hours to come up The Mersey as he battled the incoming tide and strong headwinds. He was under sail and at times his mast was almost parallel with the water. After this went on for at least two hours, a fellow sailboat came into view and with sails down, he was relying on his motor. Needless to say he sailed past the chap who was battling and I don’t need to be a psychic to sense the feelings flying around out there.

Yesterday, I took time out for a creative day and I am grateful for the space this created. I realised that I have ‘hung’ all sorts of expectations on a work situation coming into being and the pressure has got intense to say the least. I was building the pressure. What was I thinking? It will happen in it’s own good time and there is nothing practical I can do right now to move it along. It is as it is.

Today dawned without pressure and it brought a different level of calmness with it. I think a good buddy of mine would call it acceptance.

A few unexpected events dotted through the morning and I simply changed tack and did other things. One brought such simple joy into my day I have to share it. The ‘man of the house’ has put a whirly washing line up and out in the garden my freshly laundered sheets and towels are blowing in the ‘sunshiney’ breeze.

Sparkles in a daily round…

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It’s my turn to polish this week in our loved home. I’m sitting here writing to you all with the scents of polish and a cooling, freshly baked cake wrapping round the rooms.

Each day I go out to breathe in the fresh air and re-charge my batteries. I am often seen heading down to the seashore to take my wellies out for a splash in the sea and they love it! A few days ago, it was late afternoon before I managed to break away from work and head out. As I pottered down the promenade there was a Mum holding her toddler son’s hand as they ambled along, and as I came beside them, he turned and grinned at me. I reached out my hand and he took it. We all walked along together playing ‘One, two, three, wheeeeee’ as he flew between us. As they headed back to their car, I stood and watched a man walking his dog on the beach. The man had one of those ball throwing sticks and he would pause with the dog at his feet, then he’d throw the ball along the seashore. His dear dog stayed exactly where he was and looked up at his human friend, wagging his tail as if to say ‘Gosh, that was a good throw’. They both set off to get the ball, then the man stood poised to throw it again and off it went sailing through the air. The dog stayed at his buddy’s feet and carried on wagging his tail, looking up at him saying something like ‘You’re getting really good at this’. They set off and retrieved the ball again. The man repeated the whole exercise several times and the dog stayed resolutely by his side. It was priceless and I got the giggles.

I have radically changed my diet and will no doubt be talking about that in future posts, but right now I am getting the hang of it all. It means that I am a frequent visitor in our local shops. As I was being served yesterday, the lady at the till asked if I needed a bag. I held mine up and replied ‘No thanks, I am fine as I remembered to bring mine’. She commented that she always forgot hers in the car. I told her that I walk everywhere now, so mine was attached to me. Her reply pulled me up short. ‘Oh, I’m lazy and I drive everywhere’. I straightened up from filling my bag and looked at her and spoke straight from my heart. ‘I am sure that’s not the case. You are probably short on time, rushing to get a million things done and very tired. Please be kind to yourself’. Her eyes filled with tears and we stood for a minute as she talked and all sorts poured out. The lady, who was standing by her trolley behind us, joined in too.

My buddy, who works on the service that I have returned to work for, and I nattered this morning online as we always do when we’re working. We are all linked online in a private group and it makes a huge difference to our daily working rounds that we can share together. I commented that it was her loving care that had brought me back to work on the service and I was grateful to her. Her reply was ‘We felt that we could care for you properly Jane if you were back in the fold’.

So many sparkles in my daily round and it’s love, everything sparkly comes from love.

Life’s twinkly, sparkly gifts….

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As I sit working on the support service this morning it is a mild Autumnal day in North Wales. My front door is wide open, and although the breeze is quite strong, it is lovely to just peacefully sit and reply to the messages asking for help coming in over the ether.

The front of my little place is all glass and right now I have a reflection in it from the kitchen window behind me. My kitchen window looks out onto the courtyard and trees and the image sparkling on my front glass is the sunlight coming through the leaves and twinkling right in front of me. In the afternoons these twinkles play out across my kitchen slate floor and it’s magic to watch.

Me being me, I see this beautiful display of nature as an analogy for life.

Time and time again on the service, I talk to our clients about seeing the gifts in every connection, especially when they are beating themselves up because something has ended badly. Life can be very messy indeed, but there are gifts within. It’s about gently helping people to gain confidence in their life steps. I do not see things as right or wrong, or as mistakes (good and evil are two different things entirely), but as life’s flow without labels, measurement or judgment. That’s loving and being loving to ourselves is right up there as an important thing to so. If we can be loving to ourselves, then we can flow love to others. Taking forward life’s gifts gives a self awareness that makes future decisions simpler. For it is all about awareness and common sense, rather than making decisions that are fear based. There is a huge difference. If you make a decision/action because you do not want a certain outcome, then that is fear based. If you make a decision/action, because something is not sitting right within you, then that is made from awareness, not fear. It allows life to flow along, because you are not trying to control it. You are just setting your boundaries on what does, or does not, sit right for you.

I read a cracking expression the other day…I love it. ‘If it looks like a duck, quacks like a duck and waddles like a duck….it’s a duck!’ If something, or someone, is not sitting right within you, pay attention, it’s your twinkly lights from behind trying to tell you something.

Reflecting and capturing the gifts from what has passed is not looking backwards, it’s taking the twinkly, sparkly light of life’s gifts forward. It also helps you to live without fear, just simple awareness and that is a very loving thing to do.

An unplanned reunion holds magic with breathtaking scenery…

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Kate and I were neighbours over twenty years ago and have remained buddies ever since. The card giving her my news and latest address coincided with her holiday to my part of the world and texts flew as we arranged to meet.

Huge joyful hugs and much nattering over cups of tea gave us both time to pause for a day. We sat there on the balcony of a cafe, beside a river tumbling over rocks, and decided to spend the day together. ‘What do you fancy doing?’ queries were followed by Kate pulling out all sorts of local guide maps. My new home has so many areas to be explored and I had not really ‘twigged’ that Snowdonia National Park is less than an hour away from my front door.

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Kate, ever prepared, had spare walking boots and equipment in her car and with glee and happy hearts we set off to walk together in the mountains.

We were gifted magic that day…

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We met and talked with so many interesting people and no Kate, I don’t think I will marry the farmer who chatted to us with eyes ‘a twinkle’ as we ‘booted up’ for our walk. There were people from all over the world in those mountains and a sense of kindred spirits as we all left daily cares behind for a while.

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We paused and sat looking at breathtaking scenery and listened to the birds and the peace amoung those mountains.

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That ‘spec’ in the photo above is Kate paddling and yes, it was as cold as it looked. With my capacity to fall over randomly I wisely kept my bottom on the grassy ledge and called out encouragement instead.

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We shared confidences and talked, as only dear old friends can, and made quite a few discoveries about each other up there.

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There was a mountain rescue helicopter out on manoeuvres and a fair few jokes made about Kate’s red scarf and how we might, just might, fancy being rescued.

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We are getting together again before Kate goes back home to Somerset and today she texted me to say that she is going to climb Snowdon itself, with (wait for it…..) an ex.SAS Scotsman. My reply to her will remain private……

I love you Kate. Thank you for a magic day and your special friendship.

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Magic moments from atop my favourite hill in Gloucestershire….

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Dilly and Amy on a walk in the forest.

It is these dog’s special bond that brought me to Dilly’s five bar gate at the top of the hill back at Easter time. Love flowed and a friendship developed with Dilly’s Mum and Dad, Eddie and Elaine, and they have flowed care ever since. I have been tucked up in their magic home for the last few days.

Magic moments….

Dilly feels she has two main roles in her happy life; one is playing with tennis balls and the other is ‘herding’ the chickens. She can be found resting under trees throughout the day keeping watch over her flock. Every now and then her ministrations get a little too enthusiastic and the hens bat her back with their wings…then peace descends once more. I will hear a ball dropping at my feet as one of the abiding memories of being here. Each evening we all feel the effects of multiple ball throwing and one by one the balls get tucked away and Dilly settles down for an evening cuddle. You cannot say the word ‘balls’ within her hearing after this has happened and Eddie made us all laugh when he came in the other evening enquiring ‘Have the sphericals gone to bed yet?’. Dilly was fast asleep last night when I was heard to comment that I had spent the week sitting on balls.

Hepsibar is a poorly hen right now and giving her some tonic and vitamins is important. I usually find her in the silver birch tree memorial garden and we have a chat whilst she takes her ‘get well soon’ treats. This morning she pottered into the kitchen to say thank you.

I collected some things from my car the morning after I had arrived and felt him, before I saw him. It was Rocky, the lovely big boy of a horse, that I cared for at Easter. He was lunching in a neighbour’s field with Lizzie his buddy. I looked up to see him quietly watching me over the gate. I walked over and put my nose to his and wrapped my arms around his neck. We stood for ages breathing together.

Eddie is so talented as a musician and we are blessed to have him play the piano to ‘us girls’ as we go about our evening tasks. I was delighted to hear the Star Trek and Thunderbirds theme tunes. Another abiding memory will be Eddie bounding into the front room doorway late one night saying ‘I have just composed a new piece, do you want to come and listen?’ ‘You do don’t you? Yes, you do?’ He was bouncing from one foot to the other and Elaine, Dilly and I went down to his studio and were privileged to hear his latest piece for the flute. Beautiful.

Showering and looking out of the window onto the little lane and forest the other morning, I was surprised to see the postman in his van drive slowly past . Though not as surprised as he was….he’s young, he’ll recover!

I knelt down yesterday at the edge of the forest and chatted to a two year old toddler about all the leaves he had picked up and the shapes they made. His Mum took him home to help him make a picture with them all.

Friends I made at Easter have been hugged, new friends have been made as we have walked the dogs in the forest, special animals have been cuddled, fresh eggs have been collected and the house has been warmed with the smell of baking, the full moon has been watched, blue skies have been celebrated, sunshine has been welcomed and fresh air has been breathed. Magic moments have been tucked away in a heart that overflows.


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