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Dreams…

Over thirty years ago, far away in Johannesburg, I watched my sister in law carve a headboard for their home out of wood. She had been to a workshop and was hooked, admitting that it was addictive as she found herself staying up into the wee hours carving after her family had long gone to bed. This memory took root and became a dream.

Over the years I spotted classes and courses, and when life gifted a gap, I signed up only to have them cancelled because not enough people were interested. Various creatives have offered to teach me in exchange for paintings and other creativity and for a multitude of reasons, their promises disappeared on the wind.

A few years ago I met a lovely lady called Marie, who weaves basketry in a shared studio not far from here, called The Wellington Road Art Studios and we stayed in touch. I had an email from Marie recently and she invited me to join them for a workshop with her talented woodcarver friend Jo. I didn’t hesitate and on Saturday we all had a magic day.

Jo is a gifted carver and a natural teacher. The peace of the studios gave us a foundation to create and Jo’s gentle encouragement and knowledge soon had us absorbed. Nothing is a mistake to Jo and wood can be carved around anything to restore balance. ‘I’ve lost my stem’ I called out, as my chisel removed an important piece of the ivy I was practising on. ‘Nothing is a mistake, Jane’ Jo soothed as she showed me how to carve down and raise it up again. When you are carving all else falls away, even the constant mind chatter. Feeling neglected at one point my mind chirped up with something I had forgotten to do that day and I found myself saying ‘Shhhhhh, later’ as I went back to carving the undulations on my dragon’s wings.

A heartfelt thanks to Jo for her loving care, Marie for sharing her space, the kindred spirits I created with and the moments that birthed a long-awaited dream. It was a gift to do something for the sheer joy of it and I loved every second. ❤

My first sunrise….

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I have been in my new ‘happy bubble’ home for two weeks and this part of the country has been shrouded in fog and cloud. This was the scene that greeted a new day and I dashed out onto the terrace in my dressing gown to capture it. The first sunrise in a new chapter. ❤

I was chatting to a kindred spirit yesterday, who lives in this beloved old rambling house and he commented that everything happens for a reason. I paused and replied 'I am not so sure about that'. With quick fire wit he shot back with '*&~*$&* it, that was the only thing that was keeping me going'. When we had finished laughing, I folded my laundry and heartfelt words flowed forth. 'Life is messy with upset and challenges, that sometimes cut very deep. They create space and the new and unexpected float up and we ponder and think 'Yes, I can do something with that'.

An unplanned reunion holds magic with breathtaking scenery…

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Kate and I were neighbours over twenty years ago and have remained buddies ever since. The card giving her my news and latest address coincided with her holiday to my part of the world and texts flew as we arranged to meet.

Huge joyful hugs and much nattering over cups of tea gave us both time to pause for a day. We sat there on the balcony of a cafe, beside a river tumbling over rocks, and decided to spend the day together. ‘What do you fancy doing?’ queries were followed by Kate pulling out all sorts of local guide maps. My new home has so many areas to be explored and I had not really ‘twigged’ that Snowdonia National Park is less than an hour away from my front door.

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Kate, ever prepared, had spare walking boots and equipment in her car and with glee and happy hearts we set off to walk together in the mountains.

We were gifted magic that day…

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We met and talked with so many interesting people and no Kate, I don’t think I will marry the farmer who chatted to us with eyes ‘a twinkle’ as we ‘booted up’ for our walk. There were people from all over the world in those mountains and a sense of kindred spirits as we all left daily cares behind for a while.

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We paused and sat looking at breathtaking scenery and listened to the birds and the peace amoung those mountains.

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That ‘spec’ in the photo above is Kate paddling and yes, it was as cold as it looked. With my capacity to fall over randomly I wisely kept my bottom on the grassy ledge and called out encouragement instead.

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We shared confidences and talked, as only dear old friends can, and made quite a few discoveries about each other up there.

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There was a mountain rescue helicopter out on manoeuvres and a fair few jokes made about Kate’s red scarf and how we might, just might, fancy being rescued.

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We are getting together again before Kate goes back home to Somerset and today she texted me to say that she is going to climb Snowdon itself, with (wait for it…..) an ex.SAS Scotsman. My reply to her will remain private……

I love you Kate. Thank you for a magic day and your special friendship.

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