I am blessed - what a gorgeous day!
Dear Friends
I loved my dog walk with Barney today. What a fantastic October day, the ground is slightly damp, yet the sun is still warm and inviting.
I saw the tractor ploughing the field at the back of me so we did some work with the ball before walking over a grassy field which has been left to grow like a meadow. Perhaps it is a meadow? I'm not sure what the definition of a meadow is but it isn't dug up by the farmer and it is left as grass for the public to walk over ... so it could well be.
I was thinking how wonderfully lucky I am to live in this lovely little village nr. Stowmarket when I noticed how blue the sky was, how brown the plough fields were and how it;s still possible to see plenty of green for now, anyway. Because everyday we slip a little nearer the time when the clocks go back and we moan about it being too dark in the afternoon! I sometimes wonder why they do the clock thing, because it always takes our own eternal body clock several days to a week to adjust to this new forced regime, not only with sleep but also with meals. Our tummies notice the fact that we are eating an hour late/Originally it was for school children going to school but as most of them go to school by car or bus does it now make sense? Maybe its for the farmers? Please add your thoughts.
I'm working now, giving a few angel card readings on the phone while I watch Barney snoozing in his chair. It didn't use to be his chair, the old parker knoll recliner but now he's claimed it as his own - fair enough! The cat has a magic place on top of a cupboard and he's also sleeping, after climbing up a cat tree on the window sill. It may sound acrobatic but Sunny thinkgs it's fun.
As I turned the corner and walked up my driveway this morning, I was contemplating once again, am I doing the right thing here because sometimes income is slow and being self employed frustrating, when I noticed a white feather above my head literally dancing in the sun - if it was from a bird, I didn't see it the bird, and if it was from an Angel, thank you. Either way, the feather danced to its own tune, it's energy inspiring me in my own dance, my own tune and revealing to me that we are often just carried by the wind, until we eventually settle!
I loved my dog walk with Barney today. What a fantastic October day, the ground is slightly damp, yet the sun is still warm and inviting.
I saw the tractor ploughing the field at the back of me so we did some work with the ball before walking over a grassy field which has been left to grow like a meadow. Perhaps it is a meadow? I'm not sure what the definition of a meadow is but it isn't dug up by the farmer and it is left as grass for the public to walk over ... so it could well be.
I was thinking how wonderfully lucky I am to live in this lovely little village nr. Stowmarket when I noticed how blue the sky was, how brown the plough fields were and how it;s still possible to see plenty of green for now, anyway. Because everyday we slip a little nearer the time when the clocks go back and we moan about it being too dark in the afternoon! I sometimes wonder why they do the clock thing, because it always takes our own eternal body clock several days to a week to adjust to this new forced regime, not only with sleep but also with meals. Our tummies notice the fact that we are eating an hour late/Originally it was for school children going to school but as most of them go to school by car or bus does it now make sense? Maybe its for the farmers? Please add your thoughts.
I'm working now, giving a few angel card readings on the phone while I watch Barney snoozing in his chair. It didn't use to be his chair, the old parker knoll recliner but now he's claimed it as his own - fair enough! The cat has a magic place on top of a cupboard and he's also sleeping, after climbing up a cat tree on the window sill. It may sound acrobatic but Sunny thinkgs it's fun.
As I turned the corner and walked up my driveway this morning, I was contemplating once again, am I doing the right thing here because sometimes income is slow and being self employed frustrating, when I noticed a white feather above my head literally dancing in the sun - if it was from a bird, I didn't see it the bird, and if it was from an Angel, thank you. Either way, the feather danced to its own tune, it's energy inspiring me in my own dance, my own tune and revealing to me that we are often just carried by the wind, until we eventually settle!
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