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Sparkle…

Many moons ago, when my daughter was in Sixth Form, the lady heading up the careers section at school called me. ‘We’ve got a evening planned for the girls Jane, where we’re helping them with their CVs and offering careers advice. Could you come along and help?’ I popped it into my diary without a thought and carried on with my day.

Ignorance is bliss.

I arrived at the school that evening and found my way to Ann, who was busy directing everyone to their seats and she pointed to mine. The event was being held in the main hall, which was imposing at the best of times, and she had highlighted a chair at the end of a semi circle of fifteen seats, which had been placed in front of many rows fast filling up with expectant pupils.

‘What is that?’ I enquired.

‘It’s for the panel of speakers, Jane.’

I gulped. ‘Speakers, what speakers?’

‘Well’ she smiled (yes, really) ‘you all give a short ten minute speech and then we reconvene in the library and the girls choose who they want to have a longer session with.’

It was a bit late in the day to suddenly be asking questions, so I went and sat down, silently praying for help.

I found myself seated to a lovely professor from a local University and we introduced ourselves and smiled at others on the panel. The evening started and the first speaker stood up and did his bit. It didn’t take a degree in rocket science to work out that each speaker was an expert in the fields of careers, human relations, marketing and public relations. I wasn’t and I was the last one in the row.

During a brief pause, I mentioned this to the new friend seated beside me. He confidently predicted that every single aspect of career advice would have been covered by the time they got to us.

‘What are you going to talk about?’ I squeaked at him.

‘I am going to fall back on being a professor and my chosen subject at University’ he grinned back at me.

‘It’s surprising how fast you can go off some people’ I hissed back at him, with a smile.

‘I’ll buy a coffee in the break’ he whispered.

So, like a bush fire out of control, it fast came to be my turn to speak and I remember that moment as if it was yesterday.

I stood up and looked along the rows at all the girls and smiled at them. Then I started to walk along slowly at the front and as I talked my hands wove expressions of their own. I spoke about inner sparkle and how each of them was unique. How they all have inner energy and they just needed to find the places where it could fly free. Testing, discovering, honing and learning to trust their own instincts as they went along. There was no such thing as mistakes, it was all about discovery. Honouring themselves and the sparkles they flew with along the way.

I spent time afterwards talking to some of them individually; about their hopes and dreams, supporting those who had no idea what their inner sparkle was yet and about the expectations being placed on them and how to weave in and around those. There were many shared hugs that night.

I was reminded about feeling our inner sparkle today, as I was nattering to a blogging friend in America about taking chances. Yesterday evening, us girls gathered for an Aqua Zumba session at the pool and as the ladies were gracefully lowering themselves into the water, a special buddy looked at me and winked.

‘I’m dive bombing in’ she said and launched herself in at the deep end.

I hesitated for a second and then took off after her. As we surfaced spluttering and creased with laughter, our inner sparkles called out in delight.

Note to selves: stop talking and close mouths before entering the water!

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’.

Support, sometimes unspoken, sometimes practical, sometimes with so much love it takes your breath away…but always there.

On life’s path we may stumble and sometimes fall
Hold hope as you struggle through the days.

Love and friendship give solid support
In a myriad of small yet significant ways.

Cries for help by text, email or the phone
Your friends always there with extra strength elastic stays.

Facebook postings that speak of hurt and pain
Immediate love posted back through the internet haze.

We are all there for each other with empathy and love
Nuturing, supporting and healing each bump and graize.

Your friends, the support strands that weave through your life
The golden threads that sparkle and set your tapestry ablaze.


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