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Loving roots manifest…..

The phone has started to ring for my new venture and not one call has been for cleaning. Most calls start with ‘Hello Jane, can you……?’ and the requests are for help with de-cluttering; sifting, sorting and creating calm in their homes, for all sorts of reasons and happenings. My heart is touched that folk feel safe to share their vulnerability.

Things are brought back to my happy bubble and I am selling on anything of use to others. Then in turn passing on clothing and accessories to my aqua buddy, who runs a second hand clothing shop. Anything else not obviously saleable is going to my buddy down the road, who runs a house clearance service and shop. He has been there for years and often helps those in difficulties with gifts for their homes. He gifted me some tins with lids, and with a named tape (and heart) on the handle of each one, they sit on my shelf to collect the abundance for my clients as their things sell.

It’s all community based and as I returned home yesterday I felt full of loving gratitude. The people I am meeting, love, stories and laughter we are sharing, hard graft, fresh air, support of loved ones and buddies and loving roots manifesting. I thought I would be cleaning, but life had another purpose and I am loving how this is growing. ❤

‘Sploring…..

Mum, Dad and I headed off to Anglesey, an island off the North Welsh coast, for a week recently. A thoughtfully equipped bungalow, nestling above a beautiful bay, gave us a cosy foundation and we had a grand week ‘sploring.

We were on the east coast of the island and the peace there is unique. Friends from North Wales came to visit and we also visited friends who live there (lucky souls). No SatNav in the car was a gift, because with much laughter and lots of ‘How about going left, or right?’ at different junctions, gave our ‘sploring a magical touch.

Dad got to rip it up on his scooter on various promenades and he went steam train riding with a buddy. Mum, a friend and I discovered a wonderful knitting shop in a tiny fishing village, where it’s possible we covered her takings for the day. We had ice creams, yummy meals and a memorable lunch by a lake in the middle of nowhere. Mum and I went beach combing, collecting treasures for my creations. Farms, bays, a lighthouse, little islands, estuaries full of yachts and boats and happy pausing places for coffee and hot chocolate were discovered along the way.

We had time together creating heart memories and that is the greatest gift. ❤ Our 'sploring added a different dimension to it all! ❤

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.’ ❤

Just to be…

I was on the service yesterday evening and the folk reaching out for help are facing heartbreak from all sorts of situations. It was peaceful here and still and with each one that made contact I gently suggested that they pause, just for a few moments, just to be.

When we’re in pain, or facing a situation that is uncomfortable, we naturally seek to lift it. ‘If only this, or that could happen, I’ll feel OK’ we say to ourselves and anyone else who is listening. Placing our peace in some future time and situation, battening down the hatches on how we feel now and stopping ourselves from moving through the discomfort.

It’s all love from my perspective. So, as we face heartbreak, love can soothe, if we can pause to just be. In the deafening din of our inner scripts, our constant activity and our quest for relief, we forget to love ourselves.

As I got ready to start the day this morning, my mind started up and was happily adding things to an imaginary ‘to do’ list. I paused and made a conscious choice to go and sit outside. I felt the breeze on my skin and then watched it move through the trees. The birds are used to me now and they come to feed and drink close by. When the food is finished one pigeon has taken to having a natter, with his head on one side. I am sure he’s asking for more. Just be, my friend, just be.

Romantic rescuing…

I made a new video for my YouTube channel yesterday and it’s a tricky topic, so I pushed myself into a vulnerable space to share from my own experience. There’s a fine line between sharing to support others and simply banging on about yourself, so I hope I haven’t crossed it!

It has taken me many years to work something out and I did not truly ‘get it’ until I understood my ‘Why’. Also, as I work with my spirit guides, I see things in pictures, so I tend to talk that way. This story is full of pictures….

I have been a romantic lighthouse and rescuer for many years. My natural way of being would shine a loving light and this drew in souls who were struggling to sail in ‘holed’ boats. They would beach themselves on my rocks and I would don my rescue cape and dash down with my repair kit. I compounded this by not only trying to repair their boats, but then jumping in and sailing with them. Some of these adventures lasted many years and I would be called upon to repair new holes and keep the boat afloat.

This was ‘roses round the door, birds singing in a blue sky’ kind of thinking and not balanced. My own boat had holes and I was trying to repair it and bail it out by doing the same thing for others, whilst not repairing my own.

The latest painful relationship break-up brought me to my senses. The pain was so acute, that this time I cracked wide open and had no choice but to lovingly ask myself ‘Why’.

You see it is no-one else’s fault. Their boats, the water they sail in, the sails they set, the harbours they enter and the actions they take; are their lives and choices. I needed to make different choices and in order to do that, I had to understand why I was making the choices I had been.

So I paused. Life carries on and I still needed to flow care to those I love and to make a living to support myself, but I stripped everything else back.

I came to see my peaceful home as a boat house, as I left the lighthouse life behind (along with my cape and rescue kit) and went to work on my boat.

I started to do things I love, drawing threads of those into my everyday and I also experimented with new things. Nothing happens instantly, so I gift myself time too.

Recently, I have taken my repaired and re-vamped boat out sailing. She’s holding up well, and with gentle on-going adjustments, I am trying out a new business (alongside my existing one) and venturing further afield. I feel grateful for the myriad of blessings that flow from sailing with other souls, who are out there in all manner of craft, as the sea winds of life flow between us, yet we all sail together with loving curiosity.

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

There’s always something…

Early on Saturday morning I sat out on the sky garden and a Blackbird, perched on the roof opposite, was singing his heart out with a background chorus provided by the harmonious sparrows.

Then the Police helicopter flew over and started to circle.

After a good few months, and multiple visits from different telecoms engineers, the crackling landline was fixed yesterday. My relief was palpable and my Mum was the first one to ask if I had baked him a cake.

Happily flowing with telephone calls today, my landlord started to mow the back lawn underneath my window. Given the number of trees in pots out there, this is a lengthy and challenging task and noisy, very noisy.

The craft group I started in the local heritage centre has been loyally supported by my buddies, but has not caught the interest of anyone else. Time to gently fold it.

When I was there I met Carla from The Kollective and she has invited me to join her local artist’s group.

At Aqua Zumba we all share and support and even if we are weary from a long day, it lifts each and every one of us. One of the lifeguards keeps pace with all our moves poolside and he’s hilarious.

The other evening the music speaker started to break and then kept going silent for several minutes. We all started to sing our hearts out, filling the gaps and with great spirit, keep moving at the same time. A round of applause, huge grins and much laughter, as the class finished.

There was a wonderful program on the BBC recently, about villages, towns and cities entering the ‘In Bloom’ annual competition. I loved watching it for the community spirit and the wealth of ideas that sprang forth. Being blessed to know so many by their first name in our local area, it struck me that a community project would bring much love in. This has stayed as a thought, till yesterday.

I was dashing home with groceries, when I saw a group tending to the grassy area at the top of our little cobbled street, next to a parking places and the main road. I went over and talked to them. From love, they have come together and are tending to local public areas and planting flowers and I have been invited along to their next get together.

Taking a break for lunch today, I went to sit out in the sky garden. The Blackbird was back on his perch, singing his heart out, with the sparrows supporting him, as the tide went out and the waves caught the highest point of the beach, shushing along in time. ❤


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