Knitting our lives..stitch by loving stitch….

knitting

Knitting group in the tea room yesterday had many moments of laughter as we all knitted and shared. It is the uniqueness of each that comes together to make a loving whole. The minute someone says something funny and we all look up to catch each other’s eyes and laugh out loud. Magic ❤

A neighbour has returned from a long stay abroad and she was having a catch-up natter with a friend last night. I couldn't hear the actual words through the wall, but the feeling that came from the flow of the conversational notes was one of sharing, support and care. Magic ❤

I popped into Liverpool yesterday to run errands and the bus was a capsule of loving care. It was busy and as fragile souls got on the bus, the more able were making eye contact and offering seats. This was happening while friendly words were being exchanged, which removed any trace of obligation, or entitlement. Two little toddlers had their buggies shuffled about to make room and it was obvious that they didn't know each other and one little one held his hand out to the other. Magic ❤

As I bought some knitting yarn for a special present, I chatted with the lady who helped me pack it up and pay. We were on the same hymn sheet with flowing love in creativity and how we always tidied our homes before we sat down to create. We locked eyes in synchronicity as I left and shared a heartfelt smile of understanding. Magic ❤

My Mum and I were messaging back and forth as I caught the bus back home. We agreed that life's richness comes from the simple things and these are all infused with love. Life's loving stitches. Magic ❤

Come sit awhile, let’s just be. A place of French peace for you and me….

farmhouse

Into life flow moments that take your breath away and Belle and I were blessed to share one.

It was lunchtime and pottering in the kitchen I became aware of a new noise coming from the sky. Belle and I went outside to see hundreds of Cranes calling to each other as they flew South for the Winter. They fly in V’s with the newborns from this year nestled safely between them. They climb high if any buzzards are about and we watched them circle ever upwards till they were safe. It was magic and a blessing to see. I have never heard a noise like it and we could still hear them long after they had disappeared over the horizon. Nature’s wonder unfolding and Belle and I sat watching the sky for many magic moments.

cranes

The peace of this place is heartfelt. It seeps into your soul and you rest into it. The simplicity of life and the warmth of the sky meeting the earth in harmony weave a fabric for life that is natural and allows you to simply ‘be’.

From my ‘heart’ family there is a home for sale nestling next to the Dordogne river. It is a wonderful mixture of an old stone farmhouse with log burners and fireplaces, wooden floors, stone and wooden barns, old pigsties, workshops and sheds. Oak, walnut and fruit trees, land sloping down to the river and all within walking distance of Gardonne, which has all the services you need.

dordogne-river

Not quite my time to make the move, otherwise I would be there like a shot. It’s perfect for someone though and my heart wanted to flow the magic to share with you all, just in case that someone was you.

The link below will give you the full details:

Gardonne Farmhouse Ref: BH842

Do you remember when?

Teapot Love

I have been soothing myself by creating all sorts of knitted things and a local shop has been stocking them. My Mum caught the bug and between us we have created quite a stock. I run on instinct and after a while all the words from the business owners up the hill were not translating into action. All sorts was going on and money was not flowing my way either. I called ‘time’ last week, had a graceful conversation and carried all the remaining stock back home.

No matter how adept we become at ‘letting go’ of others hurtful words and actions and leaving them at source, it can take it’s toll. Dr.Wayne Dyer, a special soul, used to say that we don’t die from a snake bite, it’s the poison that kills us.

I sat for a few days looking at my knitting basket and did nothing with it. I tucked the stock away and pondered on various options and not one resonated. Fiddlesticks, I thought, here we go again as another bright idea bites the dust. Fears were evident as old snake bites stung.

A few days later a loving friend sent a message asking if I had time to make a special surprise present for a happy event in her family. I replied immediately and we started discussing the details. I ❤ her.

My characterful and kind landlady calls my creativity 'titting about' and I gifted myself a 'titting about day' today. Mid morning I needed to pop out to the Post Office, so without thinking I put three of my teapot creations in a straw bag and I set off. Coming out from doing my postie bits and pieces there was a bright penny on the pavement. I bent and picked it up, held it in my hand and felt a bit of magic. Still not thinking I walked down to sea and there on the front is a shop, where I have never been, that sells antique treasures in an old tea room setting. I went in and ordered a bowl of soup and sat there soaking up the atmosphere and breathed……

I was in Miss Marple's world as the family who run the place looked after everybody and everywhere I looked there were reminders of times gone by. Old fashioned tablecloths, handmade lace doilies with mis-matched beautiful china, bunting on the ceiling, antique lamps and old pictures of New Brighton adorning the walls. The gentle music turned out to be a customer's granddaughter playing the piano and her granny's face as she sat there and told me all about her was a joy to see. Every table was full, yet the conversation was gentle as teapots were re-filled and coffee cups were topped up. My soup and homemade bread was delicious.

As I went to pay I realised they took cash and I only had my cards on me. The 'Mum' of the family reassured me and said I could bring the money in when I could. I left and went straight to a cash point machine, giving myself a massive pep talk (silently in case you were wondering) and returned to pay. I gathered courage and talked to them about my creations, showed them my teapots and also asked whether I could perhaps use their lovely place to start a creativity group.

Bless the magic universe, because not only are they going to stock my creations, but I have also been invited to join their knitting group on Thursday mornings.

I came home with their kindness wrapped around me and I can't wait to show my Mum and Dad this special place.

Nature, knitting and magic….

De Vere Park

There have been many magic moments in the past week or so and each time my heart has tucked them in a special place.

For the first time in it’s history, the Disney cruise ship docked at Liverpool harbour for a few days and I, and many others, sat on the beach in the evening sun watching her set off for the port of Dover. There was Beatles music playing, Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck on the deck waving ‘Goodbye’ and the captain playing ‘When you wish upon a star’ on the ship’s horns. She did a 360 degree turn on The River Mersey before she set out for the Irish Sea and it was magic. The little ones and adults alike were all smiling and waving everyone on their way. The moment wove into my heart, because a kind lady handed me her newborn son and I held him as she and I chatted, his little brothers playing in the sand, as ‘Disney’ sailed out.

My friend from the promenade took me to hear some young musicians play at the Williamson Art Gallery and Museum in Birkenhead. What a wonderful place that is and full of interesting pieces. Mo and I had a lovely time and it was a pleasure to sit in that beautiful setting and hear live music. Bless her for her thoughtfulness.

Quiz night was eventful and there was much laughter. Bless Steve and his fellow ‘quizzers’ for welcoming me into their fold. Blessings and a brickbat for the ‘He Who Shall Remain Nameless’ who set the questions, because he was poorly at the time and they were tough, I mean really tough. All our brains ached, but we managed to have lots of laughs though. I would just like to say that football related questions (like naming all the team shirts for the Euro Cup…!!!!) are not kind. Bless the chap who was on the team behind me, because he said they were leaving early and would we like some help…big smiles for him. We came second by the way and won ‘Eight pints of beer’, which we promptly put behind the bar for next week.

I bobbed up to the gift shop recently with a bag full of my handmade things, to find their shop shuttered-up. The chap in the shop next door explained that they had moved away, which confirmed my feelings that all was not well as messages had not been returned for some time. ‘Oh well’ I thought, ‘I’m up here now, so I may as well look for a teapot for my latest teapot cosy pattern’. There are lots of interesting shops up on top of the hill and I had a lovely time pottering about. I popped into one shop and couldn’t find anyone to ask for help, so I stuck my head out again to see if anyone was about. It’s like a small community up there and they all pull together, so the lady in the shop next door yelled for help. A lady (covered in paint) came flying out of the antiques shop on the end of the parade and smiling at each other, we got chatting. The upshot is that Mandy runs the shabby chic and interesting pieces shop and her husband runs the antiques shop. We bonded and she asked what I had in my large bag. I showed her and we ended up making a deal. A wonderful, kind and trusting deal. She loves my things and I love making them and she will sell them for me.

Thanks to Mandy’s kindness I am now knitting like the clappers and busy doing my ‘Miss Marple’ bit out in public. Yes, Chris Moran, your idea has stuck! ❤ I can be found sitting outside on various benches, knitting. I sat in the park recently, surrounded by all the wonderful trees and flowers, where a brass band was playing all afternoon. I sit on the sea front, knitting, and get to chat to all sorts of people. Bless Steve the photographer for sharing his knowledge of the many vessels that pass our way. The old fashioned clipper 'Bessie Ellen' was a joy to behold early the other morning.

This morning my friend Dave from one of the writing groups and I met to talk about writing and how best to flow support to each other and others who are crafting books. We initially met in the Central Library where they had an exhibition of 'Contemporary Book Art'. Some clever souls have made life sized sculptures of figures from brown paper. I stopped to photograph these and some passing 'wag' commented 'Careful now, don't wake him up' as I snapped Julius Caesar with a knife in his back.
Julius Caesar
William Shakespeare
Romeo & Juliet
We took our coffees outside into St.John’s gardens and sat in the park surrounded by all the trees and flowers. The morning flew by and between us we have a ‘writing’ plan going forwards.

This evening the lovely Hannah, from our old house, is coming to live with Lynn and I for a few weeks. It will be such a treat to share a home again and have some time together. I sense that the magic that has found me here, will also touch Hannah.

Trees, leaves, sunlight and magic….

Spring leaves

From the window where I work there is a line of trees opposite. In the few short weeks I have been living here the leaves have burst forth and they are full and rustling in the breeze today. There are two trees in the middle that have a ‘silveryness’ and today something magic happened. The sun was shining down and catching the reflection on the leaves. It was as if hundreds of glittery lights were swaying and tumbling down the trees and it was spell binding to watch. ❤

I was grateful for nature's display, because the customer requests today were angry and had a fair degree of 'stickiness' as their theme. I flowed with loving versions of empathy, ease, different perspectives, letting go and acceptance. They chose to rant. I wanted to share with them the view of these trees in all their beauty, but they are not yet ready to listen. In Autumn, the trees will let go and all the leaves will fall to the ground and nourish the soil to enable them to rest through wintertime, ready to burst forth again in the Spring. ❤

Three decisions in my camp over the weekend will flow some changes through in the next few weeks. I am starting my own writer's group, having my hair cut short and have had my request to join the local weekly pub quiz team accepted. These are all good moves I feel. Setting up the writer's group has propelled me out to meet and talk to different people. If it doesn't pan out, at least I will have made new friends. Having my hair cut will 'let go' of the security that long hair makes me feel attractive. If I don't like it, then I can always grow it again. Last, but not least, bless the quiz team, because they will save me from talking to myself and the television when quiz programs are broadcast. ❤

A friend sent a text this afternoon to say he was walking on the prom by the pirate ship and he shared a magic moment. There is a wishing post by the ship and people leave keepsakes there. A little one, with the help of her Mum and Dad, said 'Goodbye' and tied her two dummies on with ribbon. An official ceremony to mark the occasion as her Mum and Dad and all the lovely people on the prom clapped and cheered her. Pure magic. ❤

The wonder of a little one….

Jasper

Jasper is one of my little nephews and he is three. His delight at finding a packet of marbles in his Christmas cracker was a joy to behold. ‘Are they mine to keep?’ he asked. ‘Yes’ we all answered and I knelt down and said I would show him how to play ‘marble run’. There followed much joy and cries of ‘Yay’ with all the family clapping as marbles clanked together along the front room carpet. His Mum and Dad have now bought him more marbles and if I close my eyes I can see his beaming face as he plays with them.

There is magic in moments of ‘wonder’……

Mum coming in to give me earrings that perfectly match a new outfit I have put together (with a top gifted by Emily – oohh her keen eye and fashion sense lifts my wardrobe every time).

Emily’s need for a soothing moment and a picture sent across the ether of her first piece of knitting. ‘Look at this Mum……’

Dad’s push against ill health as his new ‘store’ is nearing completion and that lifts things for his projects to come nearer to completion.

Life’s synchronicity flowing as the lovely builder doing the building work for Dad shines with thoughtfulness. When he first moved in next door to Mum and Dad, after travelling from Hungary and unable to speak English, it was near to Christmas. Mum put a Christmas card through his door to welcome him. He flowed back with a complete cooked Hungarian Christmas dinner, he was so grateful for her kindness. Life flowed and his skill and lovely way have built a very busy life and business for him. His work is beautiful and he calmly builds things for Dad, with Dad sitting there keeping him company. They make a good pair and he takes care of Dad ensuring that he does not overdo it. He is also a trained chef and with Mum’s loving cooking, there are a number of plates full of yumminess that flow back and forth between the two homes. This week he asked Mum if she liked roses and she smiled at him. Years ago Dad needed another workshop (yes really!) and Mum lost her garden at the side of their home. She has subsequently built an oasis of pots and window boxes in the small courtyard outside their kitchen window. Tommi (their lovely neighbour and builder) turned up the other evening with five rose bushes…five!! It threw Mum who has nowhere to plant them. He put his arm around her and said ‘Trish, I will build you a raised bed and plant your roses on Sunday’…his English has come on in leaps and bounds and his loving thoughtfulness simply keeps flowing. Mum looked at me and said ‘Do I need to do anything here?’ My reply was ‘No Darling. let him look after this’ and he will.

The kiss on my cheek from Mum as we finished a church service last Sunday, where we had worked on platform together as mediums. Sitting there singing the last hymn and holding hands as we looked out across a congregation with light and love sparkling around them.

Holding a dear friend’s newly published poetry book in my hands last night. Reading her words and being moved to tears. Christine Moran – ‘Dancing in the Rain’ (click on the Publications tab). Chris has pushed way beyond her comfort zone and sparked her muse into beautiful poetry that touches all who read it.

A thoughtful friend suggested I took my quest for ‘work space’ to southern Lancashire this week and he offered to show me around a small town in the South Ribble valley. We stood opposite a house on the high street and saw the sign for alternative therapies which pointed down a cobbled alleyway. That path led to a pretty little cobbled courtyard filled with Spring bulbs and an inviting entrance. A short while later the lady who runs this special place and I were hugging (mid-conversation), as we realised that we could help each other. My search for ‘work space’ has found a home. I am grateful to my Mum and Dad who have held my hand as I pushed beyond my comfort zone and to Mark for joining the dots.

A new chapter has begun. x

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