No-one has told Bumble Bees that they cannot fly…..

Bumble Bee

I recently painted this little chap, at a client’s request, onto her re-vamped hall stand. Did you know that aerodynamically bees are not supposed to fly?

For the last week I have sat painting my designs onto furniture and looking out onto all the space available in the warehouse unit I share with Joanne. Ideas started to float up…..

I started to voice the ideas I am having about working with wood and making my own furniture pieces and goodness me, life kicked in. Sparkly energy started to flow and Dad’s voice was the first to make himself heard. He and Mum had already been talking together and wondering if I would be better off making everything myself. Mum put me in touch with a friend whose partner works for a bespoke kitchen company. He gifted me his time one evening and filled my head with all sorts of technical stuff and promised to come to the workshop and show me how to make the things I have started to design. His brother, who works for the same company, has also offered to come and help and their boss was happy to have a meeting with me. I spent a sleepless night thinking through all the things I could do and planning. I went to the meeting next morning with every intention of asking the kitchen company to spray my work, so I could get a professional finish. I was on the receiving end of kind smiles and a firm belief that I could do the whole thing myself. ‘After all’ they said ‘why pay us?’ These kind people spent time giving me all the technical information I needed on spray painting.

I am being gifted the kindness of strangers who I know will become friends. I have always believed that a rising tide raises all ships and the kind and supportive connections that are being made locally are magic. Blessings….

I made a list of all the equipment I would need and talked it through with Dad, who sat smiling and listening. ‘I have a few things on that list that you could have’ he said. Some serious bench top woodworking power tools are now stored down at my workshop ready for installation, along with some sturdy bench tops. Blessings….

I then had a message from an old friend who asked what I was up to lately. I told him and he immediately came back saying that he used to make Grandfather clocks, which he no longer does, and I was welcome to all his tools. His offer covered the rest of the power tools needed on my list. Blessings….

An old family friend came for lunch yesterday, listened to my plans and is gifting me the spray painting unit I need. Blessings….

Throughout all the planning David has been in touch and is supporting me so I can buy the paint and materials I need to get started. We may have been unable to sustain our relationship, but our loving friendship is a gift. Blessings….

Mum and Dad came back from a steam fair on Sunday and Mum held up a special purchase they had made….the perfect vintage item to finish my first project. Blessings….

Christine Moran, my dear friend, reminded me that I always say ‘Pants over tights and flick that cape…’ to others and it was time I said it for myself. Blessings….

All this equipment coming into the workshop is a far cry from my initial tentative plans on hand painting old furniture in a corner and I was braced for Joanne, my workshop sculptor buddy, to protest a tad. She isn’t and is simply flowing more space and supportive enthusiasm my way. We can share the tools, because they will help both of us to create. Blessings….

Life may have tumbled very hard indeed lately, but I may never have found this authentic voice inside if it had not. Loving support and kindness is the burnishing polish that flows through my days as the tumbles bring a new surface to the light. Blessings….

Many blessings and love.

Writing on the pages of life…..

Trial 2

This photo was lifted from a slide taken way back in the seventies. Blessed with parents that believe in adventures my sister, brother and I were gifted with some wonderful childhood years living in Africa. Dad was not in the photo as he was taking it, but you can see my Mum, Debs, Jon and I as we went on holiday to Victoria Falls in Zimbabwe. I love this picture, because it reminds me of my roots and our family spirit.

In the stream of life recently there have been two situations that have caused considerable undertow and I nearly went under. Each day has been a struggle to keep breathing, never mind moving forward. I dislike feeling vulnerable and as those closest to me know, I do not do blame, bitterness or recrimination, it’s not in my character. I may get flashes of anger, but I give them a nod and then let them go as swiftly as they come in.

Mind you, that is not always the case…..

I did find myself on one memorable morning recently faced with a man (a stranger) who was incandescent with rage, shouting at full pelt and not listening. I nearly put my thoughts into action, where he would have found himself losing contact with the ground as my hands lifted him up by his collar. I felt (irrationally) that a face to face moment may help his ears to open. Fortunately for both of us my Mum spotted the rare flash in my eyes and stepped between us to calm things down. It was a sobering moment though, as I realised that my customary staggering tolerance is not flowing at the moment.

Anyhoo, back to focus of this post….

With strong emotions rolling through me that feel like grief, I have learned a fair bit in the past few weeks.

There is never an ideal time to start a new business.

With a whole raft of former (so called) failures and ‘Do you remember when’s’ ringing in my ears (with some finding an echo in my heart) I choose not to let my past play a part in my ‘now’.

Each technical stumble is a learning moment.

There is healing in a peaceful work space.

Painting and creating is a meditation.

My instinct is there for a reason.

Love and support are welcome, worry is not.

Focus is key.

Chocolate and hot coffee have hidden powers.

My Mum’s homemade cake spreads joy to my neighbourly warehouse businesses.

Dad’s gift of a power tool hand sander is amazing.

The love and encouragement of family and friends, as I have shared each newly created piece at various stages, is priceless.

Every thought, word and action that springs from love has wings….

and I cannot sink when the light shines in through the stream.

Discoveries as the new weaves into the old…

River Weaver

The first day of my new venture started with me finding Dad and smiling at him:

‘Dad, I am on the cadge.’ I smiled.

‘Oh yes’ he replied, as he peered at me over the top of his newspaper.

More smiles….

‘I haven’t got any clothes to paint in, so have you got any of your soft cotton shirts that you don’t wear anymore?’

I took his puzzled look as a ‘go ahead’ signal.

Rootling around in his wardrobe I pulled out a faded white and blue checked little number with a frayed collar.

‘Can I have this one Dad?’

‘It’s my best one……..!’ He smiled over the top of his newspaper.

‘Great stuff, thanks it’s perfect.’

I kissed his forehead and sailed out of the front door complete with a lunch box (packed with goodies) and a flask that Mum had unearthed for me from their old picnic gear.

Jo and I have sorted out our arrangement on trust and we both pottered together this morning, each doing our own thing, in harmony. As Jo left for the day we shared a caring look that flowed with gratitude for the divine timing that has brought us together.

I have made a start on some pieces and I am very grateful to Tracey and Chris for their encouragement as I put together a new design this afternoon. xXx

The lovely scene above was my lunchtime spot. I walked down to the boats and shared my roll with the ducks and soaked in the peace.

On the way home, as I was coming up to the bridge, three ducks crossed the lanes of traffic in single file and we all stopped to let them pass. The last duck may have been a bit giddy with the sunshine, because she broke rank and started to weave through the traffic. Bless her. We all waited till she was safe. It’s a beautiful day here and as I pulled up at the traffic lights a young lad, who had been behind me in the ‘duck queue’, drew to a halt beside me. All our car windows were down and he shook his head at me. I interpreted his look to mean ‘You daft old bat…’. I smiled at him and spoke across the cars; ‘May you get the life experience that means it’s OK to stop for ducks.’ Then I smiled at him gently and drove away.

Many blessings and possibilities as I find my way with this, with a heart full of gratitude for all the footsteps that have brought me here.

Our hearts are home….

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There is so much shifting in the world right now, and I know from my own life and listening to others, that many souls are feeling it. Life, as always, continues to flow forward and there are a few things that ease that flow for me; love, trust, stillness, time and acceptance.

We all get so very busy doing this and that in daily life, that we can lose the sound of our inner voice. I had a plan and it felt right and I spent hours researching, investigating, exploring and trying to make this happen. My plan was to set-up a business that flowed care to others in a therapeautic way, with support and creative expression….perfect I thought. Life had other ideas. At every turn I got blocked and no matter how hard ‘I shook the tree’ my flow was not flowing!

I stopped, went still inside and let it simply be for a while. We fear stillness, because within it we ‘see’ ourselves and our patterns and that may not be a comfortable reality. As a naturally nurturing soul I was caught up in empowering others to find balance. I lived and worked in this way and have ended up worn out and emotionally exhausted.

Time to be still.

My inner voice said ‘What do you feel drawn to?’ and the answer was clear. Creativity. My authentic self craves expression in painting, writing and creating.

OK, I acknowledged the reality of what I was seeing. My first thought was ‘I need some workshop space to create in’ and within twenty four hours it all flowed, in ways that I could not have imagined or planned. Cosmic flow ‘knows’ so much better than I do!

Life has gifted workshop space to share with another artist not ten minutes from Mum and Dad’s home and I start to move in tomorrow. It is a huge industrial loft space with great iron girders above and old wooden floorboards holding us safe beneath our feet. The feeling in this place is so peaceful that I just stood there and breathed it in on my first visit. It is near to the river too and I can foresee many future moments gathering strength and inspiration from nature down there. I will be making furniture, re-vamping furniture, painting and creating loving objects for the home.

In the same day, just in case I had not got the message clearly, I had a request to look after one of my favourite dogs several times over the Spring and Summer, a possible flat to live in that is currently being re-vamped and will be ready by Summertime (again not ten minutes away from Mum and Dad and five minutes from the workshop) with a trusted friend as my landlord, newly found links to various outlets to sell my creations and a request to organise a psychic event to promote a local artists’ collective. So many blessings and possibilities.

I made the decision to flow away from the online service with gratitude for all I have learned from my years working on there. Letting go to allow space for the ‘new’ to flow in and carrying in my heart the loving connections made.

Trusting that all is meant to be and will continue to flow forward, and so long as I nurture the love in my heart, I am home.

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)

Adventures…..

Muddy Boots

Shared hopes and dreams,
New pathways to tread.

Held hands and railway tracks,
Spring lambs and smiles.

Nattering and laughter,
Exploring side by side.

Life unfolding with joy,
Hearts nestled in care.

Many adventures to come,
Two souls singing as one.

Hilltop

No one expects you to save the world, otherwise you would have been born wearing a cape and tights!

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I sit here writing this post at Emily’s laptop surrounded by her things, as a glass of daffodils hold hope on the windowsill.

The title of this post are the words on a poster above her bed and it ends by saying ‘Just do the best you can’. A supportive gift from her boyfriend.

‘Us girls’ are spending time together and talking through her plans for when she leaves Uni in a few months time. This afternoon Em has gone off to a seminar and I will make a lasagne for us to share when she returns later. Loving support and yummy food go a long way to making life sweet. I listen and offer support in the way of practical things I could do to help, but I am not here to tell her what to do. She has much wisdom, balance and her own instinct to guide her.

From my perspective there is no such thing as mistakes along the road; we can but try different paths and adjust as we go along. No experience is ever wasted. Loving support means everything and a life where those around you offer space for you to talk and work things out for yourself is the kindest way forward. There will always be those who do not understand your choices, the situation you are in and why you take the steps you do. There is flowing grace in listening to your inner voice and holding the hope that all is unfolding with love.

Life can get messy and everyone’s ‘operating system’ is different. There have been times when I have been told that I never stick at things, when my loyalty and loving actions have flown under the radar and I found myself alone on the front line taking the flack for the consequences. False accusations and stories can fly and the hardest thing is to stay silent, retain an open loving heart and continue to step forward.

For me it is not balanced to have expectations on what someone can do for you, or for what you can get from a situation. Balance comes from holding an open heart and flowing loving support for all concerned and in that way ‘A rising tide raises all ships’.

I know in my heart that Emily has choices to make and her own ‘operating system’ will evolve. I cannot protect her from imbalance coming in from others ‘operating systems’, but I can be there with flowing love and support and the ‘shared knowledge’ of self that is hopefully the sturdiest shield in her armoury.


Jane Thorne

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