Posts Tagged 'gratitude'

A Wholehearted ‘Thank You’….

Aug ’18 Update: I have removed my videos from YouTube.

My wholehearted ‘Thanks’ to you all. The helpful advice, different perspectives and loving encouragement on my new project has wrapped me in love.

I made the decision not to re-do the earlier videos and have rolled forward with a new one, hopefully, incorporating all your loving advice.

It’s a work in progress, but the start and then your loving support has given me the momentum to continue and for that I am deeply grateful.

I will flow back into blogging in my usual style from now on, with a deeper appreciation for all of you. ❤

Tools in a beloved shed….

Some time ago now my tools and personal effects went into storage in the space offered by a kind friend. Emails have been going back and forth as I arrange to move them out around September time. Mention has been made that mice have been living there as well and there may have been the odd nibble or two. Well, it will be what it is and I am grateful for the help when I needed it most.

Gratitude is a tool in a beloved shed.

A loving member of my family and I sat last night in my ‘happy bubble’ having a natter. We agreed that to look back attached suffering and upset and to look forward generated ‘what if’s’ and held fear. This moment that we had together was balanced and filled with love. Right then, the Queen Elizabeth cruise liner left port to a magnificent firework display and the repeated sounding of the ship’s horn. It went on a long time and this comment was made: “I think the Captain’s finger has got stuck”.

Laughter is a tool in a beloved shed.

I am blessed to work from home and to look out onto a peaceful view of water and nature. Everyday connections are made with folk who are struggling and wrestling with themselves and situations in life. Different insights and perspectives flow in and love wraps all in comfort and peace. The moment acceptance is found a door opens.

Acceptance is a tool in a beloved shed.

My loving man suggested we take ballroom dancing lessons together this Autumn and I beamed at him as he said this. It sparked a long forgotten hope and in that second the dust was blown off, old disappointments lifted and a dream stood in all her sparkling glory. ‘Oh, yes please, I would love to do that with you.’

Hope is a tool in a beloved shed.

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. ❤

Our hearts are home….

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There is so much shifting in the world right now, and I know from my own life and listening to others, that many souls are feeling it. Life, as always, continues to flow forward and there are a few things that ease that flow for me; love, trust, stillness, time and acceptance.

We all get so very busy doing this and that in daily life, that we can lose the sound of our inner voice. I had a plan and it felt right and I spent hours researching, investigating, exploring and trying to make this happen. My plan was to set-up a business that flowed care to others in a therapeautic way, with support and creative expression….perfect I thought. Life had other ideas. At every turn I got blocked and no matter how hard ‘I shook the tree’ my flow was not flowing!

I stopped, went still inside and let it simply be for a while. We fear stillness, because within it we ‘see’ ourselves and our patterns and that may not be a comfortable reality. As a naturally nurturing soul I was caught up in empowering others to find balance. I lived and worked in this way and have ended up worn out and emotionally exhausted.

Time to be still.

My inner voice said ‘What do you feel drawn to?’ and the answer was clear. Creativity. My authentic self craves expression in painting, writing and creating.

OK, I acknowledged the reality of what I was seeing. My first thought was ‘I need some workshop space to create in’ and within twenty four hours it all flowed, in ways that I could not have imagined or planned. Cosmic flow ‘knows’ so much better than I do!

Life has gifted workshop space to share with another artist not ten minutes from Mum and Dad’s home and I start to move in tomorrow. It is a huge industrial loft space with great iron girders above and old wooden floorboards holding us safe beneath our feet. The feeling in this place is so peaceful that I just stood there and breathed it in on my first visit. It is near to the river too and I can foresee many future moments gathering strength and inspiration from nature down there. I will be making furniture, re-vamping furniture, painting and creating loving objects for the home.

In the same day, just in case I had not got the message clearly, I had a request to look after one of my favourite dogs several times over the Spring and Summer, a possible flat to live in that is currently being re-vamped and will be ready by Summertime (again not ten minutes away from Mum and Dad and five minutes from the workshop) with a trusted friend as my landlord, newly found links to various outlets to sell my creations and a request to organise a psychic event to promote a local artists’ collective. So many blessings and possibilities.

I made the decision to flow away from the online service with gratitude for all I have learned from my years working on there. Letting go to allow space for the ‘new’ to flow in and carrying in my heart the loving connections made.

Trusting that all is meant to be and will continue to flow forward, and so long as I nurture the love in my heart, I am home.

Breaths of Love….

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While I have crafted my new web site Jane Thorne Design and a fresh painting creativity has started to flow forth, several thoughts have floated up.

I have not got here alone and it is the ‘Breaths of Love’ that have carried me this far: loving support from family and friends, shown in so many ways, each and every day. Love for what I am doing flowing through as I paint and create. Love for where I live, as I sit here surrounded by the familiar, listening to the oh so comforting everyday sounds of the farm.

In these ‘Breaths of Love’ I thrive and create and I am grateful.

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A moment of loving gratitude as pure as a rose …

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This beautiful painting is a commission that Emily has done recently.

Monday dawned as a day of much hustle and bustle. I dashed about Spring cleaning my place and with a brick ceiling trust me this needs doing every few weeks. It’s a good job I like spiders. Also, a trip into town was undertaken, and when all the list of errands were ticked off, I arrived back home just in time to log onto the system and start work on the support service.

Skype was turned on (as that is how HQ and I stay in touch when I’m working), I had a fresh coffee by my side next to my lip balm. I was ready for action.

I took a breath, looked outside and gratitude came in like a wave. The birds were singing and flitting between the feeders, the sun was dappled across the wooden planks of the barn, the herd were lowing, my lovely landlord and his oppo. were busy with tools in an apartment above me (there were a few serious discussions with hands in pockets between the two of them yesterday, but that is another story), neighbour’s dogs and cats were coming and going and bobbing in here to say ‘Hello’ and the balmy air was wafting in through my open door.

I was overwhelmed with gratitude for the blessings in being here, the work flowing in and the loving links of support from my colleagues on Skype. All love as pure as a rose.

Gratitude sparked magic….

I saw an email pop into my Inbox as a blogging friend in the States re-blogged a post of mine to all her followers. My Inbox was then filled with likes, kind comments and new followers within minutes and they are still rolling in today.

My love and gratitude to Barbara at Idealisticrebel as she recovers from being poorly and generously sends loving sparks of energy out. Pure love. Xx

Magic moments threaded into the flow that we call everyday….

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Laura and I having a loving catch-up in the garden under the morning sunshine. Bird song mingling with our loving laughter and shared confidences.

Opening each package to reveal a set of paintings created by Em. She wanted me to have her love on the walls of my new home, for my fresh start as she calls it. When I opened a set of two with mirrored heart images I dissolved.

Joy as Em and I watched Otis start to put weight onto his poorly leg, as the last rays of sun left the sky and Em stroked him. The look on her face is branded on my heart.

Each idea and job application hitting a blank wall so far and being seen as guidance by me, rather than rejection. Gratitude as these tweaks created space for me to have an idea in the peace of the early morning hours today. Life was breathed into that idea with a phone call first thing and I have let it go to see if it has wings.

Pepper waiting at the gate for me, (no.5 in the herd), so I could stroke her and chat as she walked with me while I did my morning head count. All present and correct. Unlike Sunday morning when they had gone walkabout because some unthinking soul had left a gate open! I eventually found them, but not before I had walked across numerous fields and telephoned a neighbouring farmer and his wife alerting them to the herd’s plight with these lines….

Me:’Good morning, I am so sorry to call you this early, but I have a slight hiccup here as the river gate was left open and the cows are missing’.

Farmer’s wife: ‘How many Jane?’

Me: ‘The whole herd.’

Farmer’s wife: ‘The WHOLE herd??’

Me: ‘Yes!’…..

Bless them for being so kind on the phone. We all laughed with relief as I carried on talking to them as I searched and spotted the herd calmly tucking into the delights of a new corner in a hitherto unreachable distant field! As I approached talking to my charges, they looked up as if to say ‘Gotcha!’ The farmer thanked me for getting him dressed, albeit in haste, and they made absolutely sure that I knew I could call them at any time, for whatever reason. Loving kindness from strangers and a growing desire in me for a quad bike.

Laughter and clucking as I shared my morning museli with happy hens.

Peace to sit and write to you all.

I dwell in gratitude knowing that everything is exactly as it is meant to be. Dreaming with hope, and without expectation, I am free to flow with the magic of life and love.



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