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A day’s freshness…

Tip toeing through the stillness of the house, I observed the sunrise from our ‘garden in the sky’.

Unplanned this weekend, my lovely young neighbour (who lives on the same floor as me) and I sat on a shared blanket outside on the flat roof and knitted together. She is gracefully flowing through on some life changes, as am I, and our conversation weaved in and out with the yarns we were using. At one stage she looked at me and said:

‘Gosh, look how my scarf is growing as we talk. While my hands are busy, my thoughts are coming out whole.’

We shared ideas and plans and after we’d both finished work yesterday, we carried on as she tested out my new sofa arrangement. I am sure our gentle murmurings and shared laughter drifted downstairs.

I did something on Saturday night that put a foot back in the past temporarily and that called for loving dollops of self forgiveness. Then yesterday I wrapped my addled brain around the GDPR implementations (European data privacy) needed for my blog and web site and researched a new software platform for my work. All flowing changes and also, sparks for memories of things and connections that have been tried and left in the past.

Us girls talked about how we are coping with our changes, how things are unfolding and we both become aware of something that underpinned all we were sharing. We change our clothes every day, yet the cloak of emotions we carry can stay the same.

We both let a little fresh air into our cloaks this weekend and I feel lighter this morning. ❤

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. ❤

Return and repeat….

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A few weeks have disappeared while I muddied my own waters and got lost in the shallows. I had ventured forth nurturing a connection and was giving it space and time to see what evolved. My words had changed and were embracing the new, but my emotions were firmly locked back in the past. So guess what happened? I got a repeat of the past.

All of life is energy and we are all energy. What is reflected back to us, is what we are putting out there energetically, no matter what words or actions we dress it up in. Some of us are facing tragic, difficult and at times overwhelming circumstances, yet we still have the power to choose our own thoughts. We also have the power to change the patterns that our thoughts are driving.

We feel our way through life with our emotions sparking from our thoughts, which then drive our words and actions. We get what we focus our attention on, so it is natural to want to nurture and foster thoughts that ease us into a contented space. We can choose our thoughts.

I watched the planes on the distant horizon coming in to land this morning. The sky was dark with snow clouds and every now and then, as they circled, the plane’s lights would shine through the murk.

I have had two significant sparks shine through in the last twenty four hours. One was from a loving friend sitting in my ‘happy bubble’ favourite chair and watching the view. She was listening to me natter away and with her insightful way of being she suddenly swung her gaze onto me and said ‘What you have just said is a great idea, how about doing that?’ and I felt the energy of it, smiled at her and it took root. ❤ The second spark came as I watched the planes, again from my favourite chair. I ‘twigged’ that I had got exactly what my emotions expected with the way recent events unfolded. It simply is what it is, because it matched my emotional energy vibration.

We choose what we focus on and life, being the natural force that it is, will flow it back to us. Return and repeat.

It makes you think doesn't it? What thoughts we can foster to nurture and grow contented plants in our life gardens. We choose our thoughts and that can change our patterns.

Everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms — to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own way ~ Viktor E. Frankl

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I bobbed out yesterday to spend a bit of time at my soon to be new berth. Lynn’s lovely home is a treat to be in and as soon as I logged off from work I shot over there like a bullet out of a gun. As I rounded the corner there was a horse and pony grazing on the green opposite. It’s Easter holidays here and the children were watching in delight.

Lynn and I had a great time planning my move and where things will go next weekend. Her home is full of thoughtful touches and her care continued as she suggested a desk in the sitting room window. I can work, write and look outside at the green, the sky and life. That keeps work out of my bedroom and I think this will add to my inner peace.

I sailed out of there into Morrison’s to do some grocery shopping and when I came to pay I discovered that I had forgotten my purse. So I went back home, returned to Morrison’s, paid for my shopping and then walked back up the hill again. That’s when feelings started to rise up. As Sarah and I sat nattering and eating our dinner together last night I wept. I am upset about change again, angry at our landlord for not seeing the situation that he has created and I woke up this morning still thoroughly out of sorts. In this line of work you are front line and can’t hide. So I tried to ‘park’ how I felt and work anyway. This plan failed and my lovely colleagues stepped in and hands were held out with support.

I can handle the practicalities of the move, yet the emotions are a different thing and have got a wee bit tangled up. I am scared of hurt, of things going awry, of having to deal with goodness knows what, so I am not allowing myself to feel hopeful about this change.

As one colleague said this morning ‘Jane, lean on me, I am here, for goodness sake lean’. So I leant. Not my normal stance, but hey it’s time for change. Change happens all the time and if I can lean into this one and melt into each moment, then my attitude stays balanced. It is what it is and I am surrounded by loving support. Letting go of any expectations, including fear filled ones, is lovingly graceful. I also get to see Mum and Dad this weekend and to drive a hired van. Such fun. Ohh, and I have booked a manicure, after all self nurture needs to be practical too doesn’t it?

We are all imperfect and without labels love simply is…

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Mum’s fabby friend Claire took this photograph of the solar eclipse this morning and she gracefully said I could use it here. Nature for me is perfect and this morning her display was magnificent as Mum, Dad and I stood in the garden and watched this unfold. I have sat pondering on what to write around this picture all day and then a lovely friend in Australia, ‘Coastalmom’, wrote and pointed out that a comment I had left on her blog was a good title for a blog post……love flowing back to you Di. x

Em and I had a window of opportunity to talk for ages on the phone this morning. It was bliss and the timing perfect. I thought afterwards of all the times that we take a few minutes to chat and send ‘works in progress’ photos to each other on our latest creations and updates on where we are with ‘this and that’.

Mum and I stood on platform this week as mediums in the local spiritualist church, with much gratitude between us that we can work together. We are apparently amusing to watch at times! When either of us has finished a message we turn to the other and ask ‘Would you like to have a go now?’ There follows a few seconds of ‘Do you want to carry on?’, ‘Have you got another message?’ and we end up clasping hands and smiling at each other as we swop places at the front. At one point I turned to the congregation and commented ‘You should see us when we go shopping together!’.

Mum is going for her final assessment as a platform medium tomorrow and she is as nervous as anything. With this pending and a lost hearing aid in the mix, there was much potential for mis-communication this week. Instead there has been laughter and nurture flowing wherever possible and I know that tomorrow she will be grand and ‘fly with it’.

Dad’s week has been building up to a major step towards his latest project and to say there has been a tad of ‘walking on eggshells’ going on around here would be a slight understatement. Step by step everything has been prepared and this afternoon it went off without a hitch. A collective ‘breathing out’ has now taken place…

At rare times in my life I have woken up in the middle of the night with a ‘vision’ and it happened this week. I see things and get detail on the ‘how and what’ and it is all very clear. I took the brave step of sharing it with Mark the next day in the form of a rather long email (poor man), because he was busy all day and we are not due to see each other till tomorrow night. I needed to share it while it was still fresh and then I had a few hours of disquiet until he was able to read it and respond. This is all new territory for us. His reply came and his opening line of ‘I think your idea is brilliant…’ was followed by words of loving care and solid support.

Bobbie, ‘Tornadoday’, said this week that she feels ‘Perfect is the enemy of done’ and I told her that I felt ‘Perfection is the killer of joy’.

With imperfection abounding, nature has flowed perfectly and this week has been filled with love. x

Home comforts, re-kindled memories and love….

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Lavender sachets in the wardrobe,
Family pictures on the cabinet,
An angel card arriving from my brother,
Fluffy towels,
A pink rose on my pillow,
Mum gifting perfumes and jumpers,
A glass angel hanging in the window,
Thoughtful books placed by my bed,
Home cooking and the yummiest sandwiches,
A sparkly cushion, from my frilly friend, on the bed,
Laughter with my sister (her funniest comment: that she has socks older than the managers she deals with at work),

Then a ‘blast from the past’….

Dad (a precision engineer) calling out from his workshop ‘Can you get on the other end of this Nane?’
The other end being a very heavy boiler (with handles attached), that needed dropping into a new engine chassis (he makes steam engines),
We tried…
We called for help from over the road and Matt, with youthful muscles, came to the rescue,
We all lifted,
To me, to you….
It needed dropping into a precise position…
I looked up and recognised my Dad’s facial expression….something had been forgotten!
We all backed up,
The side plates were removed from the chassis,
We all lifted again,
To me, to you,
It dropped into place.

Many memories of standing at gutter edges, open drain covers and other unmentionables….phrases floating up like ‘Is it coming through yet?’ ‘Any movement?’ ‘Any sign?’…I have learnt a lot at his side.

Mum came back home this afternoon…’How have you got on? Cup of tea, piece of cake?’

Love. X

It’s all gravy…..

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Emily, my daughter, has a great saying of ‘It’s all gravy…..’. There have been a few sharp moments lately, wrapped in challenges, and I choose not to hold onto them. Instead, as I gather my ‘creative whatsits’ to produce a writing commission for a client, I am hand picking some cracking highlights from the last week.

A bench looking out over a waterway, filled with water lilies, fish bubbles, butterflies and a beautiful view. New ideas and a different perspective emerging, fed daily with love and support. Kindred spirits.

A safari at Woburn Park, Bedfordshire. Elephants, lions, tigers, giraffe, rhinos, zebras, wolves, bears, monkeys, sea lions and penguins, to name but a few. Unashamed excitement.

An evening meal outside, as it’s September and still hot enough to enjoy this glorious weather. Shared smiles.

Hedgerows full of blackberries, cherry and damson plums. Jam aplenty.

An afternoon in a very busy tearoom, full of chat, much laughter, banter and shared loving effort to get everyone served. Teamwork.

Sunflowers, a tasty lunch and a helping hand delivering my latest creative efforts. Sunshine.

Neighbours calling at the back door as the smell of baking wafts across the gardens. A fair few cakes being baked for an order and ‘The Cake Lady’ is born. A start.

Emily and I sharing our individual creative endeavours with each other, at each stage. Love and laughter. ‘Wowzers’.

Yes Emily, ‘It’s all gravy…..’

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