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Loving connections…

A lovely friend and I sat on a farmhouse balcony and shared afternoon tea today and this was our view.

I attended a routine hospital appointment this afternoon and she insisted on giving me a lift. The phone call with that offer was hilarious, as I initially resisted her kind suggestion. Why do we do that ‘No, it’s alright I can manage’ thing when anyone tries to be kind! It’s nuts. Anyway, mid conversation, as I was resisting, this was her deciding line:

‘Please do not deprive me of your company. I have missed you and it will be lovely to have a catch-up and I need to go there anyway to check on where things are when I have my appointment next month.’

I responded with ‘That is the most sophisticated emotional blackmail I have heard for some time.’

Much laughter followed, which set the theme for this afternoon.

We drove straight there, parked with ease, found the required hospital section and I was called in right away. Marvellous.

Then we walked out and turned left instead of right, talking nineteen to the dozen and completely oblivious to our error. As we walked out of the exit door we faced a car park we didn’t recognise.

‘This isn’t car park G’ my lovely friend said.

‘I am deeply impressed that you remember which ‘letter’ car park we are in’ I replied.

Several corridors, exits and different car park views later, we admitted we were lost. Various staff members were unable to help us either.

It was a comedy of errors and finally (and I do mean some time later) another nurse tried to help us. Suddenly I recalled that I had tucked the hospital letter and a map into my handbag. It is a testimony to my friend’s love, that she didn’t clock me one as I produced it.

We found our way and left two nurses shaking their heads at us, thinking goodness knows what, as we went to the farmhouse nearby and had afternoon tea to recover.

As we sat nattering on the balcony, looking out at the view, we both agreed that the love and understanding that our group share (there are a few of us) is a gift, liberally sprinkled with shared laughter. ❤

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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. ❤

Remember When loving care decorates the heart…

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Remember When tearoom reach out with love and save a space every Thursday morning for their knitting group to meet. There are many blessings that come from being part of this group in this special place.

It’s like stepping back in time and we are all wrapped in care as we are offered toasted teacakes, toast and hot drinks. There is a wonderful assortment of china teacups, teapots and cafetieres of fresh coffee, with jam and butter in glass dishes. We sit there each week sharing each other’s news and life snippets surrounded by antiques, collectables and love. It takes us all back to a bygone era where people had time to listen to each other, without the interruption of technology. In this peace bonds have formed that hum with golden light and love. It is also a wonderful source of shared creative knowledge and experience as we help each other with our various projects. If any of us need help in life, then we know we can reach out and the others will be there. There are also moments where it is unsafe to take a sip of tea or coffee as the light hearted in our midst time their hilarious one liners with unerring accuracy and drink can spurt out of noses and across the beautifully laundered tablecloths, often! Go the girls….. ❤

A while back we all agreed to get together for a Christmas tea in our special place and we had a savings pot that was added to each week. This week our moment came and this is a picture of our get together. ❤

We also gathered together late yesterday afternoon to run a stall in the tearoom supporting local charities and the Christmas Street Fayre outside. We will be running the stall again this Thursday morning, as we realised how our loving bonds translate into a cracking display of teamwork. Plans for next year are already being made. ❤

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. ❤

Magical notes in a day……

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Throughout the summer on weekends in Vale Park we are treated to music. Yesterday I put my knitting bag together and strolled up the promenade, collected a deck chair at the entrance to the bandstand and settled down in the park. Neighbours drifted in and we enjoyed two hours of delight from the Golborne brass band who played everything from the classic marching tunes, songs from WWI and WWII right through to Abba, Queen and Flo Rida.

Little ones danced in front of the bandstand without inhibition, the sailing dinghies were out on The Mersey providing a backdrop through the trees, the bell tinkled through now and then from the Fairy Garden, butterflies flew and there was peaceful happiness in the air.

They ended by playing ‘You will never walk alone’ by Gerry and The Pacemakers. The birds took off from the trees en masse and swirled together to re-settle back on the branches again. Then they took off again and again. It took me a few minutes to realise that they were flying in time to the music. It was magic.

Love flowed when I went to the knitting group for the first time last week. I was welcomed with open arms and I could feel that the loving care in ‘Remember When’ tearoom has touched all of the ladies that join together there every week. We had a lovely time and phone numbers were exchanged with plans being made to have a special Christmas meal together, in the tearoom of course. Lesley has displayed my creativity and the orders are coming in. I am going back there tomorrow, just to have a top-up of the loving atmosphere. ❤

The quiz night last week was hilarious and the banter a joy to be a part of. I feel that the love created from the knitting group in the morning had stayed with me and it went into the hotel bar that night. We were all on top form. There is a camaraderie between the teams and a fair bit of 'sharing' of information, sometimes deliberately misleading…I mean imagine that! The moment that brought us all to our knees with laughter went like this…..

The head of the 'The Know Hopers' called across to the 'The Boys' that she needed a word with her husband, who came across to our table:

'How can I help you my love?' he enquired.

'I fancy some hot nuts' she said.

With deadpan delivery he replied 'I presume you mean peanuts'.

Love floats up on the wings of hope and cake….

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As I settle into Mum and Dad’s loving harbour, there are magic moments weaving through and the start of strong roots going into a foundation. Emily commented the other day ‘Granny and Grandad simply flow love to everyone Mum’.

Last night I pottered out to my second line dancing class, held in the local social club, and as I walked in I was enveloped in ‘Hellos’, hugs and warmth, as if I had always been part of the group. The art of engaging my brain in direct communication with my feet is not an easy one and I firmly sit down to watch the more complicated numbers. There was a magic moment as I looked out across the hall and all the dancers were in line and singing in unison. They are mainly in their later years of life and as I looked across their smiling faces all I could see was happiness and youth, liberally sprinkled with sparkly tops and skirts. There is much comraderie and support flowing in the group and no matter how tired you are, it’s worth the effort of getting there. There is also laughter and one moment was priceless. I had bobbed into the bar area to get a soft drink before we started and I came back to comment to one of my newfound friends ‘Gosh, the bar is packed tonight’ and she replied, with a completely straight face, ‘Oh yes Jane, the dominoes team are playing at home tonight.’ All of life is here. Another magic moment was at the end as we were all spilling out into the car park. There had been a petite lady who had waved to me throughout the evening from across the hall and we stood side by side under the porch. She snuggled in and looked up at me as I put my arm around her and she said ‘It’s so good to see you up and trying different dances so quickly.’ I replied ‘You are all so kind that it doesn’t matter if I make a mistake, which I do often!’ She replied ‘Well, I’m new too.’ ‘Oh’ I said,’how long have you been coming?’, ‘Only three years.’ she replied. I kissed her cheek.

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This weekend my lovely friends Laura and Nikita came to visit from the Cotswolds and it was a gift to have some proper time together. We had plans to trip about and explore the local places of interest, which we did and I know that you can all feel the spirit of adventure filling our car as we ventured forth. Everywhere we went was closed and it became a running joke. Everytime we returned home to one of Mum’s lovely meals she would ask how we got on and we’d laugh. It mattered not a jot and we kept going from place to place and even managed to find a cafe that sold yummy cake, which was open ‘Yay!’. On Sunday we explored a beautiful little village that still has cobbled streets. The Sunday morning church service was just finishing and we went inside to a place filled with warmth, love and light.

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In the village there is a book exchange in a restored old telephone box with loving notes dotted about. ‘If you really like a book, please feel free to keep it.’ ‘If you are returning a book you have loved, then please leave a Post It note on it, so that others can share the joy’.

We also found little signs outside cottages offering fresh eggs and homemade jams and marmalade.

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Mum and Dad’s table has a vase full of pink flowers from Laura and Nikita. Pink for love.

There is also another magic moment to be shared, when I found myself needing a ‘fix’ on my car. I trotted out looking for help and was guided to a garage up on an industrial estate. A young lad came out and had a look for me straight away, fixed it and waved me on my way refusing any payment. I popped back next day with some yummy cup cakes that Mum made for him, decorated with chocolate stars and sprinkles. A few days later my little car developed another fault and I telephoned and booked her in this time. It was the same young man who came out to have a look (amidst much ‘cake’ teasing from his colleagues) he fixed the new fault on the spot and again refused payment. I thanked him and he hugged me. I looked at him and saw the magic of an old soul who simply flows love.

I am not only living, but thriving as new plans are explored and magic threads are being woven into a loving foundation.

Life’s cake made with love, happy tales, more love and trust…..

Our valley

My sister, who has been so very poorly, has recovered enough to come over so we could spend the day together and she could have a change of scene. A gentle stroll was undertaken on the highest hill here. I think it’s a mountain, but I am assured by the locals it is not. Anyway, we drove up to a midway vantage point, and then sensibly booted, we set off to walk the rest of the way up, gently, so very gently. It was a warm day and very peaceful up there, but it wasn’t long before our nattering and laughter could be heard. It was a very still and misty day down in the valley below and there we were strolling along and every now and then I would say ‘Over there is so and so’. ‘Ah ha’, Debs would reply peering into the mist. After a while it became a running joke and she was heard to comment ‘Give up Fan, I trust you’. She has called me ‘Fan’ since we were teenagers, because she said I always ‘Fannied about’. I mean really, how rude, and I might add, blatantly untrue!

My special pressie

I have been putting hours in on the support service and my energy flags, unsurprisingly. My lovely friend, who was right in the middle of moving home last weekend, dealing with the builders in his new home and managing his business, paused and baked me a cake. He wanted to do something that would sustain me through my working weekend. It was as yummy as it looks and yes, I did share it. Also, Trev has now discovered a sure fire way to render me speechless, as I stood with the cake in my hands, eyes filled with happy tears and silent…..silent for quite some time. Then I hugged him.

Jason Garner

I have been following Jason Garner’s thoughts and writings for some time now and we have flowed thoughts and comments to each other over the web. Recently an unexpected email dropped into my Inbox from Jason offering to gift me a copy of his latest book. I am so touched by his loving thoughtfulness. Everything this man does is wrapped in love and the parcel package even had the words ‘Wrapped with love by…a name and a smiley face’. I am savouring and enjoying every word of Jason’s first book ‘And I breathed…..from a life of matter, to a life that matters’. A joy to read and it is a joy to be connected to such a loving soul.

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My postman is very aware of where I live, because another parcel arrived yesterday. A gift filled with much love and thoughtfulness and I can see this beautiful picture hanging on my wall as I write this post. Christine Moran Poet, Writer and Photographer is a treasured friend of mine. This photograph is one of my favourites, taken by Chris in her garden, and beautifully framed to hang on my wall. Her loving card is on my writing desk and her enclosed angel friendship heart is hanging on my door post. Love poured from her parcel.

Flowers

Trev brought these flowers to my front door yesterday with a smile. He wanted to flow care and for me to have something beautiful to look at while I worked from my desk. His loving offer of a home cooked meal in his new home tonight, and the space to explore some new ideas to ‘nail a challenge’ I currently face, was gratefully accepted by me. I think I’ll wear a frock.

Penny

One of my neighbours and I have a special connection. Alison and I have both been on various trips around life’s watermill and that gives us an understanding beyond words. There is much laughter and ‘Oh you’d never guess what’s….’ as we bob into each other’s apartments sharing love, cake, milk, sugar, clothes pegs, coffee, Welsh tea bags (delicious), my washing machine that I turn on with a ball point pen, her oven when mine gives up the ghost, trips into town, potters around local markets, ‘Ohh, look what I made today…’ moments, walks through the grounds to collect fallen apples and conkers, a shared love for living here and Penny. Alison’s dog Penny is a delight and she comes with us on our adventures and I often glance around to see her sleeping on the end of my bed as I am working. She sits between us as we natter and plan. Love flows from Penny in a constant stream and when you cuddle her she leans in.

As Jason and Trev always say, Hugs x


Jane Sturgeon

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