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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.

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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 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. ❤

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

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Serenity weaving peace….

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One morning Belle and I climbed a hill to watch the sun rise and my heart took a picture I will always treasure. There was a faint mist in the lower valley as the horizon turned bright orange behind the outline of the trees and a flock of birds flew across the skyline to greet the day. Belle and I both stood soaking it all in as night became day.

I was kindly invited by my loving friend’s sister to a creative club that meets every Friday in a local village hall, where many women come together to spend the day sharing, chatting and working on their latest creative projects. We also had a demonstration and practical session where we were taught how to decorate cardboard and wooden boxes. I loved every single second of it. There were a few nationalities and different languages being spoken, all with the universal thread of love. Kind support flowing to women who have faced cancer, have on-going health and life issues and a few who have met with widowhood. I could see the energy flowing between them all as some sewed while others quilted, glued, painted, knitted and crocheted, with some ladies resplendent in straw hats sitting outside under the trees painting at easels. At one point they put music on and danced in the dappled sunshine. A few of us were resting on the outside benches eating our lunch at the time and I felt the expression on my face spoke volumes as I watched their happy faces. My kind companion asked if I was OK and I commented that I had no words. She smiled and said ‘That’s because you belong here Jane’. It was a day I will never forget and I deliberately left my phone at home so my heart could take pictures.

My loving friends returned and took me around to see places they knew I would love.

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Belle’s favourite park in Lauzun

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And the tower on a distant hillside atop a tiny village that twinkles with lights against the ink black sky every evening.

Magical moments were created in Le Temple-sur-Lot, at Latour-Marliac the water lily growers who have been creating beauty since 1875. Claude Monet purchased the water lilies for his famous gardens there.

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Blessings in magical moments……

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My loving friend reliably informs me that there are 27 sleeps till I see them again and can spend my days with Belle. ❤

Where love is the harbour…

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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. ❤

Moments of pure love and joy…..

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Amidst the ‘hurly burly’ of life there are moments of pure loving joy and one flowed through this house last weekend.

Daisy is six and she came with her Dad to spend the weekend at Aunty Lynn’s. I was working a fair bit and missed meeting Daisy till Sunday afternoon, where Lynn and I bumped into each other when I was getting some fresh air in the park. She pointed me towards the children’s playground and there was Daisy on one of the horses that bounce on a giant spring. She was rocking back and forth and reading with her Dad sitting in the sun keeping watch. I sat and chatted with him and Daisy came over to join in.

Daisy and I started chatting away and I took them over to see all the new additions to the fairy magical park. Daisy has been coming here since she was a babe and loves it. We met ‘Bella Bellisimo’ the unicorn and pottered about looking at all the sparklies, fairies and fairy houses. We were in heaven. There is a flower bed at the entrance full of pebbles that children have painted with their names. We found seven ‘Daisy’s’ and our favourite was the pink one with sparkly flowers stuck on.

We chatted and sang our way home and agreed that a visit upstairs to the Princess room that Aunty Lynn has just created was a ‘must’. We sat nattering as we looked through all my beads and buttons and moved onto the bedroom where we sorted out my jewellery box. Daisy untangled all my necklaces and we hung them up so I could wear them. Her logic being that if I could see them, I would remember to wear them. We talked about love, family, fairies, kindness, unicorns and friendships. She mended my beaded watch and I have been wearing it since.

I had been to our wonderful library the day before and brought home a book full of patterns to knit little animals. As Daisy sat looking through the book she was calling out all sorts of ideas and her ‘top’ one was a teapot cosy with a Cookie Monster on top, with choc chic cookies of course. Her little face was sparkling as she looked at me and said ‘I hope you are writing these down Jane, because they are reaaaaally good ideas’.

She curled up on my bed and carried on creating her loom bracelet and I sat and knitted. She told me a story about a young lass at her school who had been acting mean. Daisy felt she was unhappy, so she went home and had a look in her treasures box. She found a lovely shell and gave it to her classmate the next day and they become friends.

Daisy; pure loving joy. ❤


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