Posts Tagged 'joy'

Loving balance…

Boris the Wonderdog has come to stay with me for a few days and I am loving it. We have flowed together a few times over the years and he is a joy.

We’ve fallen into our ‘together’ routine and there are many magic moments as he hurtles across the beach chasing seagulls at lunchtime, retrieves his ball once and then hangs onto it till we get back home, ambles down the cobbled lanes first and last thing each day (such exciting smells) and chats to me as I knit and create. He is also a wonderful companion as I curl up to read at night time and he lies right next to the bath keeping guard, as I disappear in the bubbles. Instinctively, he is utterly silent when I am working.

I could have taken my phone out as we go on our walks, but there is a freedom in leaving it at home. This means there are no action shots, but my heart holds the memories.

There have been a few work and ‘techie’ challenges to sort out this week and he is a supportive sounding board.

I love him ❤ and my heart family for sharing him ❤

Sparks in the gloom…

Life has flowed with a few challenges lately and I've been left gasping for air at times.

I lay there in the middle of one sleepless night and simply did not know what to do to soothe myself. My wisdom said 'Stay still and do nothing.' Then I sensed a lovely dog in spirit on the bed beside me and felt my Gran and her Mum, my Great Gran, close by my side. A feeling of calm settled in and I could let the feelings I had be, just as they were. Breathing in the experiences, breathing out the feelings.

I needed unconditional love, so the next day I asked my heart family if I could borrow their lovely boy, Boris, the German Shepherd. 'Absolutely' was their swift reply and he's coming to stay with me for a week after Easter. ❤

That sparked another idea and I ordered insurance, new wellies and some marketing postcards. Say 'Hello' to Jane's Dog Walking Service. My old flowery wellies have done two years sterling work, so I took my new ones out at lunchtime today and christened them in the sea. I also found some more sea glass and treasure to add to my collection.

My heritage is rich with hand crafts, so it is no surprise that I turn to that for comfort again and again. My lovely buddy Pam and I set off on Friday to a local art gallery, as they were running a Creative Think Tank, with taster sessions on all sorts of crafts being showcased. I had it in my head that I would finally get to have a go at wood carving, which has been a long held dream, and willow basket weaving. You just know this didn’t go to plan don’t you? We had a great time and saw all sorts of wonderful things, while discovering that the basket weaving and wood carving courses were out of our financial reach right now. Then the unexpected happened. I had made a connection with one of the receptionists when we arrived and he was looking after everyone by keeping the whole event flowing. Pam was absorbed trying out a Viking weaving loom and having a great time. I glanced up and Mark came over and said ‘There’s more going on in other rooms Jane, can I show you?’ So off we went and I found myself at a table where a lovely lady was demonstrating rug making with re-cycled materials. I took a seat and Alison let me have a go weaving strips of old t-shirts into hessian and I was right there, in the moment. She showed me what materials to try and what to back the rugs with. The edging stitch that holds it all together is new to me, but my Granny said in my head ‘I can show you that Jane’. I’d discovered a new joy. As I sat at home later, knitting, my creative sparks started to fly. I have been a painter since I can remember when and for the last few years it has stopped ‘talking’ to me. With the rug making I can chalk and ink my design on the hessian and by hooking in re-cycled materials, there is more leeway. It doesn’t have to be precise and as the freedom of this sunk in, well I am sure my heart singing could be heard far and wide.

It’s been dark and raining like ‘billy-ho’ today and then just as I finished my new wellie walk, the sky brightened and the clouds looked as if they had been brushed on the blue.

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.

Life’s sweet spots…

Yesterday the rain held off long enough for George and I to join Mum and Dad at the track for a ‘boys and their toys’ session and train rides.

A special day unfolded as we rode together under the canopy of the trees between the fields and around the old fishing lakes. Dad was running his diesel engine, because it’s easier for him to handle nowadays, and there was a wonderful mix of steam engines and other diesels. The air was filled with concentrated conversations and sharings on engines and cries of ‘I need more water’ as pauses were made at the station platform. Smiles as we were asked to ‘Hop on and try this out’ and ‘Do you fancy a trip?’

In quiet pauses birdsong could be heard and we all felt the joy of travelling beside the last of the bluebells and rhodedendrons in bloom. Mum brought a yummy lunch which we shared in the clubhouse, as Bobby made tea among the sharing of stories and laughter.

My heart will hold the sight of George’s face relaxing as his grin broadened on each trip round the track. The moment my Dad lent towards George and shared a man’s perspective and the two men were in perfect accord. All the hugs as we parted and wended our ways home.

George discovered that the track was in Daresbury the birthplace of Lewis Carroll, thanks to my Mum. ‘Do you fancy seeing the church and commemorative window?’ he asked me, so we turned right instead of left out of the farm gate.

Lewis Carroll’s Dad was the local vicar and we were lucky enough to have a kind lady show us round the church. The stained glass window depicting Lewis Carroll’s life is beautiful and we stood there hand in hand gazing up at it.

Our exploring afterwards took us through tiny little villages tucked away between country lanes, quintisential pastoral scenes unfolding one after the other, a big set-up selling secondhand pieces, hand made furniture and all sorts of goodies for the home and from there we moved onto a country pub garden. A giggling game of random questions could have had us moved on for inappropriate behaviour, but we got away with it, only disturbing a duck on the little stream running through the garden. They are holding duck races there next weekend and there is already an impressive display of rubber ducks appearing at the back of the bar.

We wended our way back home through the country lanes with memories made of spun gold and love. ❤

Let’s talk to the animals..

Lovely dog

In the early morning down on the beach, along the promenade and in the park there is a wonderful collection of our furry friends starting their day with joy.

Bella, who has seen it all, ambles along as her Dad greets everyone. He used to share his home so that the local dogs had somewhere to stay when their families went away on holiday. He knows everyone and the dogs fly across to say ‘Hello’ to him. They never forget and the joy in him as he bends to greet them is special to see and as Buddy burst through the trees to find him this morning, I swear she was flying.

Furry friends greet each other and start to run and play instinctive games as they share balls and chase each other around trees. If you listen carefully you can hear them talking to each other.

Chief the lurcher, with a Dad barely awake, comes straight in for a cuddle. He is a wonder as he winds his body around mine and rests his head against my waist, looking up and saying ‘Gone on stroke me, you know you want too’. I stroke his head as I talk to his Dad, who affectionately calls Chief a ‘love sponge’, which is a perfect description.

Shadow is part wolf and floats through us all. He sees and catches moments that pass others by and when you look into his eyes there are many worlds there. He ‘bear hugs’ with his front paws and you need to stand rock solid to be with him.

This is their time and it’s a privilege to share it with them.

I finished work the other evening and went out to post some letters. I walked back the long way round by the beach and sat for a while with my friends on the ‘Old Boy’s Bench’ as it’s known locally. Zac the border collie had just lost his ball on the beach and was sitting rather forlornly under the bench. While we all nattered about the tides, nature and life, the sun set and the gulls took to the sky. Zac had a flash of inspiration and found a lolly stick. I managed to throw that stick for an hour for him to fetch before it gave up the ghost.

As night drew in we all parted and walked up our streets for home and the air was filled with ‘Good night’, ‘Sweet dreams’, ‘Sleep well’ and ‘Catch you soon’.

Moments of pure love and joy…..

pure love

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. ❤

Lights, sparkles and sunshine…

The Black Pearl The Black Pearl sculpture that children and adults can play on.

Lynn, her friends and I are going out tonight to an annual event in Liverpool called LightNight. The city holds it once a year and celebrates the arts and culture that fill it’s buildings. The libraries, galleries, creative centres and museums stay open till late with exhibitions, displays, street musicians, live performers and all sorts going on. What joys await and as soon as I finish work this afternoon I am heading over The Mersey, so we can all meet up as everyone finishes work. Happy days…

I set off for a walk this morning in the beautiful sunshine that greeted today and I fell into step with a lady walking down to the prom. We commented on the pots and plants filling the front yards and found that we have a lot in common. Mo and I carried on walking in the sunshine, down by The Mersey, and stopped and sat on a bench and nattered some more. Such joy in meeting a like minded soul and we exchanged details with a promise to meet up and have a coffee in the cafe nestled in the park very soon. I have not been there yet, so it is lovely to have engaging company to go with. Happy days…

As I walked back home I stopped to talk to a neighbour a few doors along. His front yard is like a cottage garden and we stood in the sunshine and talked about the old fashioned plants that he grows there. It reminded me of my Great Granny’s garden and it was bliss to stand and talk to him. Mike has seen so many changes around here and we had a lovely chat. Happy days…

I turned and there was the neighbour who walks his lovely dog every day as I watch them through my ‘working’ window. I got to meet Kaiser properly and he is a lovely German Shepherd, with a tender, gentle way about him. We hugged and I stood there stroking him in the sunshine. Happy days…

Just before I finally settled down to work today, Steve the builder bobbed in and dropped off some salvage that he thought Lynn may be interested in. A hilarious conversation followed with him trying to talk about the bits he had dropped off and me trying to pin him down to a date when he would come and do the work Lynn has requested. Good old Merseyside humour flowed and he suggested that he came back this evening to talk to Lynn. I commented that we were out on the town for ‘Lightnight’. He asked what that was and I explained. I even went so far as to tell him that the central library were holding a silent disco. ‘Get away with you…’ was his response. ‘It’s all true’ I replied. They are giving out headphones and you can silently go round the building, transformed with disco lights, doing your own ‘Boogie on down’. He was laughing so hard he couldn’t talk. Picture this: I stood in the doorway waving goodbye dancing and he boogied out to his van. Our laughter carried down the street. Happy days…


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