In the supermarket yesterday, I watched a young man at the till flow care to everyone crossing his path. He shone with loving energy, lifting all those around him and crossing paths with him sparked a memory. It was at the turn of the 21st century and my then-husband and I ran a courier company. …
If we saw people’s soul energy, our perception of beauty would shift… Read More »
I was warned a few years ago that the cataract growing in my left eye would need to be operated on and the time is now. Given all that is going on in the world, I am filled with gratitude that care and operations are still going ahead here. I was unusually anxious as I …
In the evenings, I have been knitting socks from oddments of yarn and as I have been asked to share pictures and this post is about life’s patchwork, I have dotted them throughout. Eleven years ago, when I started working from home for the psychic service, part of the interview process was with a lovely …
My neighbour has a beautiful climbing hydrangea that is tumbling over the wall and covered with bees and butterflies. It is a delight to listen to their buzz and watch the activity through my workspace window. Here we are blessed with garden walls that have purple campanula, fuchsias, jasmine and roses just coming into bloom. …
It is school half-term and since summer has suddenly arrived, so have the holiday makers. A few evenings ago, it was still baking hot when I arrived at the beach and I got some surprised looks from everyone wearing as little as possible, as I walked across the beach fully clad in a wet suit. …
I was digging a new flowerbed at dusk surrounded by a blackbird’s joyful song. Singing with no thought of anything Simply for the sheer joy of being herself. 💗 I have started to send an email with a few words of soothing love for each day. “I trust myself” Deeply loving words. If you wish …
A lovely friend gifted me this saying and he borrowed it from Fred Dibnah, a steeplejack who found fame restoring or bringing down tall industrial chimneys and through his love of steam engines. I watched the rain falling on my Granny’s favourite plant, Lily of the Valley (a gift from my Mum), and observed how …
‘You can’t have action without reaction’. My Grandad used to say these words and Dad followed his example.
A helpful, thoughtful and impassioned post from my blogging buddy, Chris Graham, over at his blog ‘The Story Reading Ape’…
