Posts Tagged 'just be'

Chop wood and carry water….

Pause and repeat; there were more gladioli at the supermarket, in a bucket without water, and they found their way home with me. As they revived and opened, these glorious blooms have brought beautiful hope into each room.

A lovely friend and I discovered that we have been saying the same phrase recently; ‘Chop wood and carry water’. ❤ Valerie.

Each day we flow with our daily round and do what needs to be done. Amidst it all, instinctive wisdom has had space to float up and I am grateful for that. Knitting helps; as my hands are busy, I can hear my inner self in the silence.

A monthly craft stall is arranged for the creativity that is pouring forth from my hands. When did we get so busy that doing the things that come naturally, that love and nurture us, became relegated to a hobby?

The flyers for my cleaning care project are at the printers.

Each day I chop wood and carry water, yet the stirrings of the 'new' are there as they take shape. Naturally making themselves heard, without judgment, as I learn to cease judging myself. Loving care and support from beloved connections flows daily.

I feel that if we try and hold on to anything that does not balance for us; ways, people, patterns, roles, thoughts, actions, judgment and labels….we tear.

On a light note; when I talked to a friend about my cleaning care project, her immediate response had us creased with laughter.

'I always knew you were a scrubber.'

Kindred spirits…..

I was buying groceries recently and a bunch of Gladioli had fallen out of one of the water tubs, with the stems still tightly in bud and their bottoms bone dry. They were going to be thrown away and I asked if I could have them. As I unpacked my groceries at home, I plunged them into cold water, then later trimmed the stems and popped them into vases dotted about my peaceful bubble. They opened up next morning and are a glorious deep purple.

Life has been messy lately and I have felt ‘out of water’. I flowed along, showing up and trying to nurture my balance. As opportunities presented themselves, I felt a personal responsibility that I needed to run with them all, as if divine timing was at play. My reasoning being that bills needed paying and life keeps going. I felt more weighed down with each day unfolding, then a thoughtful friend from across ‘the pond’ reached out.

Pete, (Grandfathersky), sent an email and attached a book that he had bought a few years ago. It is about all the different things you can do from home to generate income and nestled within it’s pages was a ‘spark’. I shared the spark with the ‘Aqua Babes’ and their loving support fanned it into a flame. I chopped some wood and have started to build a fire around that flame.

The love from kindred spirits that flows into my days, wrapped me in a space where I recalled all the times that ‘sparks’ have lifted me before. I was able to sense which other options were weighing me down and release them.

I am grateful for the kindred spirits who share space, without the need to control, or cage.

‘You are you, just as you are and I am here for you, just as I am. Let’s just be.’ ❤

A pause button appeared…..

The heatwave in the north of the UK has been broken by storms and showers lately and thanks to a creative bit of building work on the flat roof, the sky garden does not drain naturally. A large puddle forms and I go out there and sweep the water towards the drainage hole on the side and this hopefully stops the whole thing from rotting.

I have got run down lately and my health has creaked. Feeling rough and trying to work, I watched the pool on the roof. The birds were having a great time coming to bathe and splash about and some of them just sat in the water, watching the world go by. I left them too it and didn’t rush to sweep the water away.

With work I found my elastic patience had less give and when I was reaching for words of comfort and support for others, I was struggling.

I went back to watching the birds.

It was time to pause, but as you know you can’t just stop, as even a pause has financial implications.

My heart brother called and I mentioned my craving for a pause. Without the need for explanation, he understood and offered a temporary role, where I could help him in his business, stay self employed, and have a much needed break from the work I do now. I can do this, run with the other strands of income I have and step back from the service.

So, like the birds, I am splashing about and letting a new daily round evolve. Flowing with my new projects and also, making time for creativity. My dip into experimenting with newspaper weaving was not a riotous success last weekend. I produced a basket that resembled something I had brought home from school and proudly presented to my Mum when I was little. ‘It’s lovely, Darling, thank you.’ she would have said. It sparked a new idea of weaving pieces with all sorts of yarn, so watch this space, as I may share the result of that exploring, but not the newspaper basket.

It’s a good time to pause, splash and feel into change.

Just being…

The bulbs I planted up in my Granny’s tea set went over and I replaced them at the weekend with pale pink primroses; the label said Woodland Vale. I walked into the bathroom yesterday and there a delicate scent in the air and they looked happy in their space.

It has been very windy, with snow falling recently and I have been sitting sharing with clients over the phone, watching the sea gulls riding the thermals. At times it’s been so blustery out there that they have been suspended in the sky. A right royal squabble between them drew me from sleep early this morning and as I opened the curtains they took off to ride the wind again.

Lately I have been finding my flow in our local fitness centre. A bouncy playlist is vital for the treadmill and other muscle building equipment, as I have discovered it’s not the place to meditate. Yoga was a tad unsettling as I found myself in an advanced class and the youthful teacher came over halfway through and asked ‘Have you got an injury dear?’ Words did not fail me and I left her class early. My newfound gym buddies suggested I try other yoga teachers, as there are four classes running there. I am still pondering on that one. Aqua Zumba is so much fun, it’s by far and away my favourite activity so far.

I have also discovered new creative workshops locally and am happily signing up to take part in those.

It’s been a tough time as sharp change blew through. I have just let myself be and nurtured a loving space to be in. Sparks are starting to appear and it’s proving interesting to follow them and explore. ❤



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