Loving notes………

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Lynn left work early on Friday and came home with flowers, glorious roses, which now nestle in one of her jugs in my little sitting room upstairs. They are beside Em’s beautiful bowl she made when she was young and Jojo, my sister in law’s, gifted butterfly picture. I smile every time I look over there.

It has been a busy week and as Friday afternoon unfolded, with continuing techie problems flowing through, I messaged HQ at 4pm-ish and let them know that I was cutting loose. Loving messages and ‘Bon voyages’ were exchanged and I followed an impulse. About forty minutes walk along the promenade from home one of the ferries to Liverpool shuttle back and forth. I set off and caught it for the first time since I moved here. It’s a ten minute ride across The Mersey and I could feel the week lifting off and away as I stood ‘up top’ and at the front holding the rail. I loved every second of it. It berths at the docks in Liverpool and I trusted my instincts to guide me up through the city to one of my favourite haunts. Liverpool’s Central Library. Sigh….. I have not been able to settle into a book for some time now and it was time to ease past this situation. I pottered inside and picked up quite a few books, then bought a coffee and headed up to the roof terrace. You’ll love this bit, as I got so engrossed in the first book I picked up, I completely lost track of time. It started to get a bit chilly and I gathered myself together and walked back through the city to the docks. There I watched the ferry sailing across towards home. The realisation that it was the last one that day dawned on me as no-one else was waiting and also, all the roller shutters were down on the gangway and the cafe was closed. ‘Ahhh…’ I thought as I stood there, ‘Right, now where’s the nearest train station?’ I found it and was soon settled on a train, reading again, as I headed for home. When I got back, Lynn chuckled sympathetically and gave me a ferry timetable. On this unplanned adventure I discovered new parts of the city and also, if I buy a ‘day saver’ ticket I can go on the local buses, trains and on a ferry excursion cruise which lasts fifty minutes. Now there’s a cracking thought for another day. Marvelous.

This weekend I have been creating and finishing off various projects in readiness to stock a space in a local craft shop. I also spent a lot of time reading and have finished one book already, which was bliss.

Probably going hand in hand with the reading, I have not been writing much either. I pushed myself and offered to write an article for a friend’s online magazine this week. I asked him what subject he would like me to cover and his reply was ‘Whatever you want to Jane’. I had a look and saw that the current contributors are all trained in various spiritual practices and disciplines and this is what they write about. This walloped me right out of my comfort zone, as I am untrained. I managed to avoid writing anything yesterday and then as today started I pottered about and had a ponder. I was untrained in furniture restoration and re-holstering, but I had a go. I work each day reaching out a loving hand to those in difficulties, which works best when I get out of the way of it and just let my spirit guides do their lovely thing. So I went into that mode to write. I sat here at my desk, watched the clouds for a while and breathed, then got out of the way of myself and let the words flow. There is so much written about writing tips and whatnot and the one thing I have found is not to write as if someone is reading it as you write. Try not to logic it. So, I said ‘Hello’ to my heart and spirit and then let go as it flowed. I will keep you all posted on whether this 1,000 odd worded flow will be accepted or not.

Spring is here and I am walking each morning in the freshness of the day, then coming back to this lovely home and seeing what blossoms forth. Whatever happens it all springs from love. ❤

We carry memories and they can bubble up like a joyful spring….

Liverpool Central Library

I went along to a new meeting today of ‘The Laid Back Writers Group’ and much to my delight it was held in Liverpool’s Central Library. This building has the power to take your breath away and it is inspiring to walk through the doors and breathe it all in.

There were sixteen of us in the group and there was an immediate bond of trust. It’s like an unspoken code. You put yourself out there with anything you produce creatively and it takes courage to sit there and read it out loud. There was kindness flowing with encouraging and supportive comments. We are all learning from each other and there was a wide array of talent in the room. This regular monthly Sunday meeting will be going into my diary and now there are emails pinging back and forth as strangers become friends.

On impulse I went to the reception desk as we all left and asked if I could join. ‘Of course you can’ was the immediate reply and as I filled out the form I chatted to the ladies there. I was given a choice of library cards and mine is purple with a heart on it and the words ‘I love my library’. I pottered back upstairs and chose some fabulous knitting and crochet pattern books. Gentle warning to those I love: you may be gifted sausage dog draft excluders, house door stops and owl lavender sachets. Just saying…..

As I walked out in the afternoon Spring sunshine a memory floated up that was so clear I paused and rested on the steps a while. When I was eight years old my Grandad (Dad’s Dad) lent me his library card and took me along to the library near him and Granny to choose some books. I remember that feeling of excitement that I could read all these books, as I stood there holding his hand. Libraries have been a gift ever since. Emily and I used to spend hours in them as each week, from when she was a tiny tot, we used to go to Storytime and choose the books for her bedtime stories to bring home with us. When she was little and I used to make things, it was always the library I turned to for recipes, patterns and research. The first time Em showed me round her University and we stood in the library, we could have stayed there for hours. Our shared love of the ‘word’ stood us in good stead whenever she called and said ‘Mum please can I read you my latest essay?’ My Mum and I are always swopping books and talking about the latest one we are reading. Texts of ‘I have just found a great book for you’ are frequent and I have a wonderful memory of her head popping round my bedroom door as she would say ‘Where are you up to then? as my nose was buried in the latest one. I’d tell her and her reply was always ‘Ohhhh you wait, the best is yet to come’. My treasured friend Chris Moran and I often wish each other ‘Goodnight, sweet dreams’ as we head off to read our latest discovery. It’s such a lovely way to end the day.

My purse is guaranteed to make me smile, as each time I open it now there will be a purple ‘heart’ card inside that holds inspiration and limitless possibilities.