Pictures of my roof garden..

For Shimon ❤

I have put the hydrangeas and bird bath out in the far corners, so I can see them. The other pots are nestled against the wall, giving the plants some protection against the salt wind.

For Christy ❤

For Deborah ❤

For my Mate ❤

It’s a start and I have my eye out for a deckchair now ❤

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. ❤

Lights, sparkles and sunshine…

The Black Pearl The Black Pearl sculpture that children and adults can play on.

Lynn, her friends and I are going out tonight to an annual event in Liverpool called LightNight. The city holds it once a year and celebrates the arts and culture that fill it’s buildings. The libraries, galleries, creative centres and museums stay open till late with exhibitions, displays, street musicians, live performers and all sorts going on. What joys await and as soon as I finish work this afternoon I am heading over The Mersey, so we can all meet up as everyone finishes work. Happy days…

I set off for a walk this morning in the beautiful sunshine that greeted today and I fell into step with a lady walking down to the prom. We commented on the pots and plants filling the front yards and found that we have a lot in common. Mo and I carried on walking in the sunshine, down by The Mersey, and stopped and sat on a bench and nattered some more. Such joy in meeting a like minded soul and we exchanged details with a promise to meet up and have a coffee in the cafe nestled in the park very soon. I have not been there yet, so it is lovely to have engaging company to go with. Happy days…

As I walked back home I stopped to talk to a neighbour a few doors along. His front yard is like a cottage garden and we stood in the sunshine and talked about the old fashioned plants that he grows there. It reminded me of my Great Granny’s garden and it was bliss to stand and talk to him. Mike has seen so many changes around here and we had a lovely chat. Happy days…

I turned and there was the neighbour who walks his lovely dog every day as I watch them through my ‘working’ window. I got to meet Kaiser properly and he is a lovely German Shepherd, with a tender, gentle way about him. We hugged and I stood there stroking him in the sunshine. Happy days…

Just before I finally settled down to work today, Steve the builder bobbed in and dropped off some salvage that he thought Lynn may be interested in. A hilarious conversation followed with him trying to talk about the bits he had dropped off and me trying to pin him down to a date when he would come and do the work Lynn has requested. Good old Merseyside humour flowed and he suggested that he came back this evening to talk to Lynn. I commented that we were out on the town for ‘Lightnight’. He asked what that was and I explained. I even went so far as to tell him that the central library were holding a silent disco. ‘Get away with you…’ was his response. ‘It’s all true’ I replied. They are giving out headphones and you can silently go round the building, transformed with disco lights, doing your own ‘Boogie on down’. He was laughing so hard he couldn’t talk. Picture this: I stood in the doorway waving goodbye dancing and he boogied out to his van. Our laughter carried down the street. Happy days…

Light, dark and many degrees of shade….

(Garry Wilkes)
Trent & Mersey Canal after sunset (Garry Wilkes)

A thoughtful friend sent these photographs across of the Trent & Mersey canal this evening, so I could ‘share’ in his walk. I was tucked up at home with Mum and Dad, with Mum and I knitting like the clappers, because I was simply too weary for anything else. Bless my parents for their safe mooring. I received a message from Emily recently asking if I had time to knit her a waterfall cardigan. I jumped at the chance with absolute delight and when ‘us girls’ had some time together we had great fun choosing wool. Em was seven when she asked me not to make her any more hand knitted garments, no matter how trendy I made them look….I have been waiting fifteen years for this request and I am bubbly inside just thinking about it. There is love going into every stitch.

Anyhoo, back to the theme of this post.

I blossom in light, think in light, work in light and live in light. I have learned that fear kills light and have developed a number of ways of dealing with adversity and life’s tumbles. Holding onto light weaves through all of them.

When a soul is stuck in the dark of fear, we can shine our light and flow love to them, but the darkness will remain until they can work their way through it. If you find your light dimming then sometimes your only choice is to step away.

In the aftermath of a different step over Easter, a creative idea formed today with a business plan flowing from it. Mum and I went out exploring in the afternoon sunshine and discovered some rather interesting premises. As today drew to a close a meeting was arranged and things are starting to fall into place. I need a change and action, together with synchronicity, will bring this forth as it is meant to be.

Life’s canal is flowing and I can feel the warmth of sunshine on my boat.

(Garry Wilkes)
Trent & Mersey Canal in the evening sunshine (Garry Wilkes)

A new adventure starts, with much to be grateful for…


David drove me to my first pet and house sitting assignment yesterday, and even though we are both heartsore, there are gifts in how we still look out for each other.

I sit here writing at a new kitchen table this morning and I give thanks for landing in this special place.

Before the couple left on holiday I was given a guided tour, with helpful instructions, and I was wrapped in their thought and care. Space had been cleared in wardrobes and cupboards, fluffy towels put out in my bathroom, with fresh candles placed in cosy corners, so I would feel at home. The lady of the house showed me where all her baking equipment and ingredients were, as she knows I love to create. The man of the house got his bike out and found me a rucksack to borrow, so I was mobile this week. Careful maps were drawn so I wouldn’t get lost when I explored. As I waved them off, I felt very blessed indeed.

Their beautiful home backs onto a wild park with a canal and yesterday afternoon I set off on my borrowed bike to find Tescos to buy supplies. The sunshine was out in all her glory as I cycled for ages down the towpath and felt the heartache and ‘busyness’ of the last few months start to lift off. Ducks quacked to each other, Canada geese honked and swans glided by. There is a thriving community on the canal, some relaxing and some living permanently on the water, so there were many ‘Hellos’ as I sailed past. The narrowboats have pots of bright spring flowers on their roofs and there was much ‘renovating’ happening.

Last night as I curled up on the sofa, their marmalade tabby cat settled down on my legs and as I looked outside twinkly solar lights came on in the trees.

I know there are some that wonder how this works without charging, but it has a special energy to it. I gift my care and time, and in turn, I am gifted time in a home, with the company and love of animals. It is all done on trust and I feel many loving connections will be made. In calm I can work and earn my pennies and write….

Peace is weaving in and as I chatted to their lovely cat this morning, and he chatted back, a sense of gratitude was all I could feel.


Sunshine and giggly moments…


My Mum and I have always been able to stay in touch no matter where we are in the world. I have memories of my late teens when I worked for BP in Johannesburg and Mum worked for a well known hotel in Salcombe, Devon. We both had access to the old style telex machines and we would ring the bells and chat merrily away swopping news. I giggle even now to think about it. Our refrain to each other was ‘The sun will soon come out’ and this phrase has had a few creative additions over the years, such as one memorable one from me to Mum ‘Now where’s the beep blip beep sun!’

The sun did came out this weekend and it was so welcome. Yesterday a kind and thoughtful man took me out after I had finished working on the telephone service. He had put a delicious joint of meat in his oven before we set off and our first port of call was his boat. She is moored on a very fast flowing river after all the snow and rain of the previous weeks and we stood on her and watched a lovely sunset with ducks moving past us at turbo speed. He then took me to a local pub where they had live music playing. We settled down to listen and I think it’s fair to say that the chap playing had technical trouble with his mike and was also having an ‘off’ day. His song cover choices were a little obscure to say the least and the few we did recognise were quite simply murdered! We sat there wincing but doing our best to applaud and enter into the spirit of the early evening. Then things went downhill, again with speed, when our hapless songster chose to sing a little number entitled ‘Death’ and then followed this with another about a young chap dying in the First World War. I caught the eyes of my thoughtful companion and we started to giggle and he was heard to comment ‘This is not quite what I had planned Jane’…..more giggles and a swift decision to leave was taken. We giggled our way back to the car, because if anyone was feeling down when they went into the pub then there was no way up for them.

Today the sun is still shining and I have towels and jeans blowing in the warm breeze out there…yay.