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Blooming marvellous….

It’s so peaceful here today, that even the ships and tug boats are sailing past silently.

There is much loving calmness in the walls of this house and the old cobbled pedestrian streets around us mirror that. Several conversations have flowed lately and we all agree that there is something special about being here. The local stories from when this old house was a care home, all speak of kind memories and thoughts.

My Mum has gifted me some great planters and they are filled with blue and pink hydrangeas and hardy plants that can survive the salt wind out there on the flat roof. I have tried various experiments with bird feeding and the latest one is an upturned iron Poppy holder that sits in one of the tubs. I found an old curved plate that serves as a bird bath and I can see all of this from the window where I sit and work. Thank you, my Mate ❤ Years ago I was learning German at school and came home to tell my Mum that she was Mater in German. This got shortened to Mate and has stuck over all these years.

It's like an Aladin's cave here and my landlady was having a sort out a few days ago. She warned me about possible noise, because her crew of Bob the Builder and Helpful Brother were shifting stuff upstairs to the floor above. We had a natter and I put in a bid for a lovely, long sofa in place of the two seater that was here. After some tender loving care it now looks at home and as I laid out on it at full stretch yesterday evening, I said 'Thank you' out loud.

This morning I woke up early with every intention of going out for a walk, but the sight of pelting rain put me off and I switched ideas. My little kitchen is quirky and I have an old Belling worktop oven with two solid plates on top. This has a mind of it's own and if I put the oven on then the left hand plate does not work, both plates on and the oven doesn't work. Over time he and I have made friends and I stood in the peace this morning to make a cake to flow 'sofa gratitude' downstairs.

My place is now filled with homely scents, with the rooftop plants soaking up the rain, as the working day starts. Feel the love ❤

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 ❤

Life’s alms……

I am sitting at my desk brain deep in a ‘techie’ project this afternoon and struggling to find focus. It’s tipping down with rain out there and I glanced up to see two dogs legging it along the beach. As their joyful barking floated up to my window, I paused to watch them and then stopped what I was doing to dip into my own joy with writing.

Georgie and I have just returned from a holiday in Lisbon and my goodness, he gifted us so much more than a break away.

We discovered that we holiday in the same way and Lisbon was a delight to flow through for a while. From the ancient castle, winding little streets, monuments, churches and medieval tower to watching the surfers ride the Atlantic waves, where we joined them late each afternoon splashing about in the water. The whole place has an air of calm about it which we pottered through nattering and giggling together. Before we went we discussed having a plan and ended up with no plan. Simply starting each day on our balcony looking out to sea with a ‘What do you fancy doing?’ So many memories made. ❤

On Sunday Georgie and his family had an adventure day in the Lake District, which I was invited to and laughingly declined, as the hard hats and wet suits were a giveaway for me on what was involved. Now if it had been a writer’s retreat I would have been there like a shot. This is my favourite pic from Sunday. Go Georgie, go……

Monday night found us in Manchester Cathedral watching my lovely brother play in the group Lamb. Many hugs, grins, catch-up’s and singing songs from across the years of watching Lamb play, while Georgie and I lent against each other when we could.

Love…..

Over the weekend our exploring took us to a sailing club on the North West coast where the River Alt greets the Irish Sea. We sat on a bench watching nature, listening to the ‘pip’ of the Sandpipers and the cries of the gulls as the wind blew in fresh peace. Memories of my childhood holidays in Blakeney, Norfolk floated up and Georgie talked about his special lifelong friend who sails from this club. Loving memories shared with a deep gratitude for this time we have together in the here and now.

Balance felt as I gift myself time to sit and create with space for ideas to flow.

A friend and I nattering on the phone. Agreeing that it is much nicer than a text, as we can ‘hear’ each other, along with our shared laughter.

Starting a Facebook group to share my creativity and each message coming in is flowing with hearts, kisses and support. Discovering some little heart tags, covered with tiny rosebuds, that I can use to send my creations out into the world.

Sitting here sharing my written thoughts with a gifted mini minature rose beside me, in a dragonfly mug Georgie and I found. Memories for him as he fished on a beautiful Irish river bank and watched nature’s wondorous display. Memories for us as we sat in stillness and watched the dragonflies over the water lilies in Ness Gardens. The electric blue dragonflies fly in pairs.

Each uplifting moment is created from the infinite source of love.

Gifts of grace…..

A sky of milky glass as the tide arrives with a respectful hush and in silence life flows with shafts of sparkling light.

Deep gratitude felt for stillness and the graceful gift of vulnerability, as light shining through the cracks creates space for creativty and change.

“Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without the words, and never stops – at all” Emily Dickinson

Healing forgiveness…

Today is a mild, cotton wool cloud kind of day and there is a Spring softness everywhere. I have just come in from sitting outside eating my lunch, watching the water and life flowing past. The man of the house is sitting fishing off the prom and there is a contented energy from him that is catching the drift of nature out there.

This is a special home we all share and the loving feel has been healing. My landlady, with the man of the house by her side, has been flat out this week getting a project finished. As I went outside to take regular breaths of fresh air from work their voices have floated across calling me to come and see their progress. Many funny stories and shared views on life have followed and I have so much gratitude for the love and space I have in their shared home. One of life’s gifts.

Yesterday the special man who kept flowing loving patience my way till I climbed my fear walls and met him on the other side, took me out for the day. We held hands and went exploring; seeing places that are heartfelt for him, pausing for coffee, venturing into a marina, stepping back into the past at a hall and grounds that are unspoilt, walking in meadows and by streams and across little bridges, discovering chocolate box streets with abundant flower pots and hanging baskets, sharing a delicious dinner, singing along to songs in the car and parking up to breath in sweeping views. Sharing, with much laughter and syncronicity. A precious life gift.

I am so unused to being treated romantically with loving respect that today I have needed to be my own counsel. Past choices, dead end decisions, disappointment and hurt started to play out like a painful film in my head. ‘Hang on a minute’ I thought, ‘this is not balanced old girl.’

Self soothing is the order of the day with all the little things that I have discovered work in a loving way, while I potter about in my ‘happy bubble’. Funnily enough, writing is one of them.

Opening up to live fully happens gradually and moves you into vulnerability and heaps of self forgiveness is in the mix.

Holding onto choices made in the past, that ended in disappointment and pain, is a weight that will break anyone eventually. All the loving goodness that has flowed, and may be flowing now, can stay buried if we hang onto the pain.

We are all doing our best and doing whatever we need to do to keep putting one foot in front of the other. Some may not understand our actions, may question our choices and at times go into attack mode. When life gets messy, folk get scared. Yet in this split second, it is all past.

In this present moment new choices can be made and love can flow organically in it’s own sweet way. ❤

You are me and I am you – Thich Nhat Hanh

Dilly & Amy, bestest buddies

You are me and I am you.

Is it not true that we inter-are?

You cultivate the flower in you so that I will be beautiful,

And I transform the garbage in me so that you don’t have to suffer.

This is the kind of insight that is based on interbeing. If we live our lives according to this insight, we will not have to suffer so much.

~Thich Nhat Hanh

Shared from IB’s beautiful blog today at Make Believe Boutique

I dreamt last night that I went back to the Vendredi Club in France. Lesley and I were bowling along in her car through beautiful countryside, catching up on news and sharing our latest creative projects. I have a track on my play list entitled 'Angelus' that is the abbey bells of the Gregorian Monks and whenever I hear it, I am there in Aly and Ken's home listening to the village bell call out points in the day. ❤

I have been knitting lately with the bamboo needles Lesley gifted me and I can still feel the loving energy as we sat in peace on her porch and knitted together. I wore the socks she made for me at Christmas to the knitting group here yesterday.

Connection is vital. To put aside the technology and noise of our modern lives and gather together to simply be and to share. This morning my friends in France are gathering together to share, support and create. Yesterday we gathered together in Remember When, our special place, to share, support and create. Real loving connections, not just words on a page and images shared. Love beyond price. ❤


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