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‘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! ❤

A ‘knowing’ and gratitude for loving links….

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Back in New Brighton I am caring for the lovely Bella and on the beach at sunrise this morning there was a display by nature that rooted us to the spot. It was blustery and the sun rose behind dark, rain filled clouds which parted to let the light out. It shone across the watery beach and danced across the clouds in the sky opposite as a rainbow appeared underneath the image of the moon saying goodbye for the day. My heart took a picture and ‘spoke’ to my Mum and my heart buddies. I messaged them all when I got home and one of them, hundreds of miles away, was writing to me at the same time sending a picture of her sunrise.

Loving links. ❤

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I am loving the gift of this time with Bella.

We are having such fun together exploring the beach every morning and the hilltop streets in the afternoons. It’s only on foot that you see the detail of our surroundings and have the time to pause and drink it all in. Bella’s joy at chasing her ball and playing tag with all her lovely furry friends down by the water is a daily delight. I am blessed to meet and stroke so many lovely dogs and chat to their Mums and Dads. Bella and I have fallen into a natural rhythm for our days together and we chat away to each other. She nestles by my feet as I write and by my side as I knit and create. One of our favourite things is to sit in her Mum’s study right up at the top of the house and watch the ships and boats out at sea. As she rests on my lap, her little head leans slowly over and it took me a while to realise that she is following the vessels are they sail in and out. There is a tranquillity as we watch the wind in the trees, the birds wheeling and the sea between the chimney tops.

Loving links. ❤

From our favourite spot this morning we listened to a radio podcast of my lovely friends Chris Moran and Glenda Kerney Brown on a show last night. Both lassies write beautiful poetry and deal daily with the rigours of MS. It is a gift to hear them reading their words and feel the love that links across our life webs. Their poetry is a gift that reaches out to those who struggle to express how they feel. It is loving and brave in equal measure to share creativity in this way. Bella's Mum is an author and has recently trained as a poetry therapist. She reaches out to help those in need and here Bella and I sit in her special space, listening to loving creativity, watching nature as she shares her special display.

Loving links. ❤

In the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed ~ Kahlil Gibran

Sea Spray

It has been three weeks since I moved my ‘berth’ and here I sit in the home I share with Lynn, at a beautiful desk she has diddled up and kindly gifted for my use. I have placed it in my bedroom window, looking out at the fisherman’s cottages opposite and the green where the old ballroom and tower used to be.

Lynn and I agree that there is a special light in this house and that is one of the reasons she bought it. It pours into my bedroom and little sitting room on the first floor and as the day flows it fills the kitchen and then the bathroom at sunset. My working days are filled with light and then it’s in the kitchen as I prepare my evening meal and then the bathroom as I lie in the bath watching the sunset sparkle off the muslin curtains.

I sit working watching dogs, people and children playing on the green and in the playground. There is an ageing German Shepherd and he and his Dad always pause in their gentle amble and sit on the fence watching the others play. A streak of a Border Collie has his ball on a rope and flies up the slope spinning it in his mouth and there is joy in every hair on his body. Friends and neighbours pause and have a catch-up natter and I can hear their voices and laughter through my open window. The trees on the crest of the green draw a line between the grass and sky and my days are filled with birdsong, as the clouds flow through.

The Mersey joins the Irish Sea at the bottom of our road and the view never ceases to delight as I walk out and there is the Belfast to Birkenhead, Liverpool to Dublin or Isle of Man ferries, container ships and huge vessels heading for Manchester down the Manchester Ship Canal all gliding past. When the tide is out the beach has life on it with toddlers building sandcastles, dogs leaping across the sand, people walking in the fresh air and tug boats and pleasure boats on the water.

Our home has visitors from all over the world popping in now and then and Lynn and I share visiting friends and food, and yet we have our own space to simply be. There are Lynn’s lovely decorative touches in all the rooms, my beloved pieces around me and a loving peace that makes this a sanctuary.

My work is settled and flowing, because I am settled and flowing. Creating new vegan foodie dishes (with varying degrees of success) and starting to make handmade creative items again. Writing is naturally springing forth and I have a new magazine article to complete and several pieces to do for the writing groups.

The roots that started to go down as soon as I arrived in this special part of The Wirral in January are flexing and getting stronger. My days have a simplicity and sparkle that is healing and I am so grateful. A dear friend messaged and asked how I was this week and enquired as to my latest project. ‘Nothing’ was my reply, ‘I am simply being and loving it’.

“We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.” The Tempest by William Shakespeare

Pirate Ship

Tim West, a wonderful actor, and his wife Pru who is also a naturally gifted actress, have filmed a series of canal journeys. Their programs are a joy to watch. This weekend Tim stood on the stage of a very old theatre in Sweden and recited this piece from Shakespeare’s Tempest. It caught my heart, and along with recent events, sparked this post.

Things have unfolded in our shared house as a pattern is playing and several of us are battling with lack of sleep. All reasonable requests are being ignored and it is time for me to sail my ‘boat’ into a new berth. I can often be found suggesting to clients that no-one ever does anything to us. People make choices on how they behave and we then have choice of how we behave. It cuts right through the need for ‘hero’ and ‘victim’ labelling and personal ‘boxing’. I don’t mean physical boxing here, although several times recently the desire to turn a certain person’s hidden attributes into a handbag has been very tempting! Anyhow, I digress and this lack of labelling means we can avoid imprisoning ourselves into situations and feeling trapped. It helps life to flow.

My decision to find a new berth took me to a meeting this morning with a kindred soul. I sat in a front room while my soon to be landlady made us coffee and I soaked up the atmosphere of her home. I was surrounded by loved pieces of furniture, art and china that have been collected and as I looked around I smiled. There are artistic and sparkly touches everywhere. We chatted about all sorts and when we bobbed upstairs to look at my room, and the little sitting room, kitchen and bathroom that I will share with another lodger, I kept saying ‘Ohhhh’ and ‘Ohhhh’ again.

I can write and thrive there. It’s divine timing at work and blessings are flowing, as always.

My new found friend and I parted with promises that I would move in there in a few weeks time. I walked down the road to the sea and The Mersey and there was the pirate ship pictured here. There were ribbons and notes from children left there from Easter weekend fluttering in the wind. I looked across to Liverpool and pictured myself on the ferry travelling to the next writers group meeting and I smiled.

I turned the corner and visited my friend in her café, The Driftwood. Hugs and a catch-up natter followed, as we looked at the latest local art to cover her walls. I sat in the window watching the sea eating a yummy bowl of her homemade soup and rested a while.

You see, this is a change yes, but it’s not an uprooting. My heart and soul are here and I am simply changing berth in the same harbour. I walked back up through the shops where I am known. I blew a kiss to the lovely souls in the chemist, I waved to my buddy in the card shop and I popped in for a natter with the lovely man who runs the fish and chip shop. I don’t eat meat, fish or dairy anymore. I am totally vegan now and there was one night recently when I was exhausted and needed food. I bobbed out to the shops and failed to find anything. This was not one of my best planning days. Anyway, I bobbed into Nashad’s and he made me a yummy stir fry of vegetables and I will never forget his kindness. We always have a wonderful chat about his farm back in Turkey and life in general.

Love flows with all these loving links and this is the place to bring my dream of writing a book into reality. The bonds that have been made with ‘the girls’, as we call ourselves in our current home, will still flow and we will continue to love each other and spend time together.

On course and sailing straight….with love, always with love.

Seeing silvery softness instead of grey, where love is always light….

Friday....

In the run-up to this weekend there was a soft feel to everything. A hush, where even the ferry to Dublin left port quietly. A couple walking their dog commented that the day was grey and I looked out to sea and that is not what I saw. In the peace the sea lapped softly, the birds standing quietly at her edge, with the sunlight filtering through the clouds catching sparkles in the reflection on the water.

It’s all too easy to get busy and caught up in ‘daily stuff’ and I wonder how often we stop to see the sparkle in the ordinary. To pay attention without labelling. The labels we give everything lead us to think things are a certain way, which prompts feelings, which leads to words and follows through to actions. All from a label?

Every day on the service a familiar refrain is ‘When will I find love?’, ‘Where is my soulmate?’ ‘Is he/she the one?’. When did life get so labelled that we lost ourselves like this?

I feel we are still there in the hush. Our inner peace and contentment is there, hidden in that space that we fill with activity, noise, judgement and labels.

It makes you ponder on what we could find in our own space. When we pay attention without labelling. Observing without judgment.

What loving wonders await us in the hush.

Spoken words are an energy and goodness there are an awful lot of ‘down’ energies rolling around right now.

Catch the tone and words that are being used in conversations where people are passing the time of day at the moment; doom and gloom are rife and these words are being delivered with much shrugging of shoulders and expressions of ‘Well, what can we do about it?’

I was on the receiving end of such a delivery yesterday and I chose to keep my counsel.

Debate by all means but it’s the ‘how’ you debate and the words you use.

One thing that we can control is how we think about things and the words we use in our heads and when we speak.

It is like a sea; the tone and words you send out there are the ones that will come back to you when the tide turns.


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