The wonder of a little one….

Jasper

Jasper is one of my little nephews and he is three. His delight at finding a packet of marbles in his Christmas cracker was a joy to behold. ‘Are they mine to keep?’ he asked. ‘Yes’ we all answered and I knelt down and said I would show him how to play ‘marble run’. There followed much joy and cries of ‘Yay’ with all the family clapping as marbles clanked together along the front room carpet. His Mum and Dad have now bought him more marbles and if I close my eyes I can see his beaming face as he plays with them.

There is magic in moments of ‘wonder’……

Mum coming in to give me earrings that perfectly match a new outfit I have put together (with a top gifted by Emily – oohh her keen eye and fashion sense lifts my wardrobe every time).

Emily’s need for a soothing moment and a picture sent across the ether of her first piece of knitting. ‘Look at this Mum……’

Dad’s push against ill health as his new ‘store’ is nearing completion and that lifts things for his projects to come nearer to completion.

Life’s synchronicity flowing as the lovely builder doing the building work for Dad shines with thoughtfulness. When he first moved in next door to Mum and Dad, after travelling from Hungary and unable to speak English, it was near to Christmas. Mum put a Christmas card through his door to welcome him. He flowed back with a complete cooked Hungarian Christmas dinner, he was so grateful for her kindness. Life flowed and his skill and lovely way have built a very busy life and business for him. His work is beautiful and he calmly builds things for Dad, with Dad sitting there keeping him company. They make a good pair and he takes care of Dad ensuring that he does not overdo it. He is also a trained chef and with Mum’s loving cooking, there are a number of plates full of yumminess that flow back and forth between the two homes. This week he asked Mum if she liked roses and she smiled at him. Years ago Dad needed another workshop (yes really!) and Mum lost her garden at the side of their home. She has subsequently built an oasis of pots and window boxes in the small courtyard outside their kitchen window. Tommi (their lovely neighbour and builder) turned up the other evening with five rose bushes…five!! It threw Mum who has nowhere to plant them. He put his arm around her and said ‘Trish, I will build you a raised bed and plant your roses on Sunday’…his English has come on in leaps and bounds and his loving thoughtfulness simply keeps flowing. Mum looked at me and said ‘Do I need to do anything here?’ My reply was ‘No Darling. let him look after this’ and he will.

The kiss on my cheek from Mum as we finished a church service last Sunday, where we had worked on platform together as mediums. Sitting there singing the last hymn and holding hands as we looked out across a congregation with light and love sparkling around them.

Holding a dear friend’s newly published poetry book in my hands last night. Reading her words and being moved to tears. Christine Moran – ‘Dancing in the Rain’ (click on the Publications tab). Chris has pushed way beyond her comfort zone and sparked her muse into beautiful poetry that touches all who read it.

A thoughtful friend suggested I took my quest for ‘work space’ to southern Lancashire this week and he offered to show me around a small town in the South Ribble valley. We stood opposite a house on the high street and saw the sign for alternative therapies which pointed down a cobbled alleyway. That path led to a pretty little cobbled courtyard filled with Spring bulbs and an inviting entrance. A short while later the lady who runs this special place and I were hugging (mid-conversation), as we realised that we could help each other. My search for ‘work space’ has found a home. I am grateful to my Mum and Dad who have held my hand as I pushed beyond my comfort zone and to Mark for joining the dots.

A new chapter has begun. x

Magic moments as Em and I get a whole day to spend together….

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Emily has turned 22 and we have been planning a day together since Christmas and on Monday this week we pulled it off.

I headed down the motorway to Leicester and we spent the day doing all the things we love together. Leicester is a thriving city and two universities give it a very young feel. They have ‘lanes’ going off the city centre, just like Brighton, and the little shops up there were tailor made for us girls. We ‘oohhed and aahhed’ over paintings, glasswork, pottery and crafty gifts. We sat in a wonderful deli having lunch and caught up with our news. It felt like we were in Italy. A local wool shop gave us new knitting ideas and projects and the vintage and secondhand furniture shops are a treasure trove of fun.

Em took me to a place called ‘Ocean Commotion’ and some of her childhood memories floated up while we looked in all the tanks. The marvelous colours of the little fish and the gentle burble of the air in the tanks took us to another world for a while. Em remembered when she was little and we used to take her to a garden centre with a special place full of fish tanks. She loved those trips. I remembered two goldfish her Dad won at a fun fair years ago. ‘Gordon and Herbet’ lived with us for quite a while in the big glass bowl I found in a junk shop.

Magic moments float up as I think back to Monday. As the sun set (somewhere high up above, because it tipped down with rain all day) there were little twinkly lights that came on outside the shops. One place was covered in them right up the front from the display window to the roof three stories above. In another there was a studio above a gallery that had us both feeling a longing to get up there and paint. We found a cosy Irish pub and sat and nattered while I sewed a popper onto Em’s coat that kept flapping in the wind. The butterfly umbrella my Mum gifted Em was in use all day, but the weather did nothing to dull our shine.

We had a great time in a restaurant Em had discovered for our dinner. It offered a world buffet and I needed her guidance on several occasions as I looked at food I did not recognise. The staff were great and caught our fun mood and we left there with many good wishes and paper hats on our heads.

As we said ‘au revoir’ to each other Em put a huge bag of clothes, that she no longer wears, in my hand and I have already worn a spangly top that was nestling in there. She also discovered a lovely skirt and scarf in a charity shop for the new work I am doing on platform. She is one canny and thoughtful shopper.

Em is in her final year at Uni and has a 10,000 word dissertation before her in the next few months. We shared memories of the degree choices she had before her just a few short years ago, because she chose the unexpected. She made the best choice for her and I applaud her courage in following her heart, as she is flying with it. She has carved a lovely life out for herself in Leicester and has got out and about exploring and found all sorts of places. Her new friendships there have brought blessings forth and she has discovered much about herself.

Life flows and things rarely go to plan, as our children grow up, and in my case a marriage ends. Emily is a priceless gift from my marriage and life’s gifts continue to flow in the magic moments we have together.

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Flowing love – nature’s priceless currency….

Snowdrops

Flowing love
From open hearts
So pure.

Joy
Uplifting and unfolding
In energy.

Welcome
The first drops
Of Spring.

xXx

Love floats up on the wings of hope and cake….

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As I settle into Mum and Dad’s loving harbour, there are magic moments weaving through and the start of strong roots going into a foundation. Emily commented the other day ‘Granny and Grandad simply flow love to everyone Mum’.

Last night I pottered out to my second line dancing class, held in the local social club, and as I walked in I was enveloped in ‘Hellos’, hugs and warmth, as if I had always been part of the group. The art of engaging my brain in direct communication with my feet is not an easy one and I firmly sit down to watch the more complicated numbers. There was a magic moment as I looked out across the hall and all the dancers were in line and singing in unison. They are mainly in their later years of life and as I looked across their smiling faces all I could see was happiness and youth, liberally sprinkled with sparkly tops and skirts. There is much comraderie and support flowing in the group and no matter how tired you are, it’s worth the effort of getting there. There is also laughter and one moment was priceless. I had bobbed into the bar area to get a soft drink before we started and I came back to comment to one of my newfound friends ‘Gosh, the bar is packed tonight’ and she replied, with a completely straight face, ‘Oh yes Jane, the dominoes team are playing at home tonight.’ All of life is here. Another magic moment was at the end as we were all spilling out into the car park. There had been a petite lady who had waved to me throughout the evening from across the hall and we stood side by side under the porch. She snuggled in and looked up at me as I put my arm around her and she said ‘It’s so good to see you up and trying different dances so quickly.’ I replied ‘You are all so kind that it doesn’t matter if I make a mistake, which I do often!’ She replied ‘Well, I’m new too.’ ‘Oh’ I said,’how long have you been coming?’, ‘Only three years.’ she replied. I kissed her cheek.

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This weekend my lovely friends Laura and Nikita came to visit from the Cotswolds and it was a gift to have some proper time together. We had plans to trip about and explore the local places of interest, which we did and I know that you can all feel the spirit of adventure filling our car as we ventured forth. Everywhere we went was closed and it became a running joke. Everytime we returned home to one of Mum’s lovely meals she would ask how we got on and we’d laugh. It mattered not a jot and we kept going from place to place and even managed to find a cafe that sold yummy cake, which was open ‘Yay!’. On Sunday we explored a beautiful little village that still has cobbled streets. The Sunday morning church service was just finishing and we went inside to a place filled with warmth, love and light.

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In the village there is a book exchange in a restored old telephone box with loving notes dotted about. ‘If you really like a book, please feel free to keep it.’ ‘If you are returning a book you have loved, then please leave a Post It note on it, so that others can share the joy’.

We also found little signs outside cottages offering fresh eggs and homemade jams and marmalade.

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Mum and Dad’s table has a vase full of pink flowers from Laura and Nikita. Pink for love.

There is also another magic moment to be shared, when I found myself needing a ‘fix’ on my car. I trotted out looking for help and was guided to a garage up on an industrial estate. A young lad came out and had a look for me straight away, fixed it and waved me on my way refusing any payment. I popped back next day with some yummy cup cakes that Mum made for him, decorated with chocolate stars and sprinkles. A few days later my little car developed another fault and I telephoned and booked her in this time. It was the same young man who came out to have a look (amidst much ‘cake’ teasing from his colleagues) he fixed the new fault on the spot and again refused payment. I thanked him and he hugged me. I looked at him and saw the magic of an old soul who simply flows love.

I am not only living, but thriving as new plans are explored and magic threads are being woven into a loving foundation.

Hope is the thing with feathers……………..

DSC_1680Swans & Ducks on the River Frome, Dorchester (Jane Thorne)

Hope is the thing with feathers,
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all.

Emily Dickinson

Flying with love and trust around a loving harbour…..

Fish Eagle

Here’s to a sparkly 2015 for you all and may it be full of opportunities, adventures and love. Xx

When our family went out to Africa many moons ago, one of my cousins David and I became firm buddies. He taught me to shoot, wield a catapult and spot things in the bush from miles away. He also accompanied me out horse riding, even though he was not keen on it! Another memory is our disagreements over hunting. I could never kill anything and I would find a Kudu or small deer in the freezer and get very upset with him. He had the gift of being a loving listener and gave me a safe harbour whenever I was with him. We were in our early teens then and the years rolled forward and our familes were scattered geographically over time. Tragically he died aged thirty eight and I still feel his loss today. Love connects us still and thanks to my psychic side I have seen him and we still natter. His ashes were scattered by his favourite fishing lake in Zimbabwe and if I close my eyes I can see the Fish Eagles flying there.

Last weekend a special day was organised and up in Lancashire I got to meet and spend the day with David’s grown up sons and their families. We stood there hugging and sharing memories as happy children and a great Spring Spaniel milled about our feet. There were many magic moments woven into the day. Ryan, his eldest, and I sharing memories and jokes and I could see his father at sixteen laughing back at me. A little one snuggling into my neck and giggling as we chased her cousins down the hall. Sharing future plans with Matt, the second eldest, as he changes career and has a new baby on the way with his lovely wife Mel. Sitting on the floor playing Trivial Pursuit with the older children as I glanced up and looked at David’s picture on the wall, as there I was playing with his grandchildren. Leaning on the shoulder of my cousin Andrew (David’s older brother) as we chatted to David’s youngest son and his wife, stationed out in Germany. Smiling and hugging Danny, his third son, for the first time. Four lovely boys, who have gone on to build loving families and careers. What a legacy. Love was all around and I am blessed to now be a part of it. Thank you Lou for feeding us all and sharing your lovely home. Xx

Following on from this, life tumbled this week and I have come to live with my Mum and Dad for a few months. I can work from here and Dad has gifted me his attic workshop, so I have somewhere to create and paint. Onward and upward as new plans are made.

Hurt needs fresh air to heal and the blessing is that David is still listening as I make sense of everything.

Love floats up, no matter what happens, and true love never dies. David has never lost his ability to flow love, as each of his son’s will testify and I am grateful that he is still here for me.

xXx

Such a sweet planet we walk on, when we walk it with heart….. Jeff Brown

sisters
Exchange your righteousness for humanness,
your judgments for compassion,
your hopelessness for faith,
your armor for love.

Such a sweet planet we live on
when we walk it with heart.

‘Love it Forward’ by Jeff Brown

Both my sister and I have let go of differing situations in the last week and set-up a new home together. Whatever stormy seas brought us here, we have found a loving harbour in this place. Not living under the same roof since we were 14 and 16 (which is a few years ago now, ahem), we both feel the hand of divine timing in what has unfolded recently.

We have chosen a modern house near the hospital where Debs works, with room for our grown up children to stay and space for me to work in peace. Here we are a week later on a stormy Sunday, all safe and cosy, with Debs asleep after a night shift and me logged on for work with the support service.

Deb’s eldest son and his partner helped us move and there was a priceless moment as Rob came out of our new home to take the latest box from me at the van and this is how the conversation went…

Rob: ‘Mum is showing my baby photos in there!!!’

Complete puzzlement on his face….

Me: ‘Well you were a beautiful baby.’

His next facial expression was even more eloquent.

It has been a week of loving support, mass activity, normal work for both of us girls, lists, laughter, shopping forays, yet more lists, yummy food, Mum and Dad visiting, friends popping in, gifted flowers and plants, messages of support, appliances mis-behaving and being replaced, the blessings of a kind landlord, a decisive and speedy furniture purchasing trip around Ikea, more laughter, warm rugs going down in each room, efficient heating (thank you), assembling of flat pack furniture with very helpful ‘back seat driving’ assistance being given from the sofa (not), ‘oohs and ahs’ over new home accessories, bottles of bubble bath and perfume appearing on windowsills, many cups of tea and coffee, queries of ‘Does this look good here?’ and ‘Is that hanging straight?’ and even more laughter.

We have plans for the future and we feel excited about them. Right now though we are taking time out to simply ‘be’, to catch our breath and let this new life we have drawn together seep in. We each react differently to change and cups of tea and coffee, yummy food, loving support and a cosy home nestle us, while we hold each other safe as everything settles.

And a new chapter begins….


Jane Thorne

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