Sun Puddles

A few weeks ago, I met up with a dear friend for a meditation and healing afternoon, both of us being light workers on the spirit pathway. It did me good to re-engage in a bit of focused energy channelling (because I have let my practice slip somewhat) and during the afternoon the words ‘sun puddles’ popped into my head. 

Now, I know this wasn’t my human brain thinking these words because I have never heard the phrase before; when I arrived home, I looked it up and said to myself, ‘Aaah, you mean sun spots!’ This is a sun puddle...

...there! That thing that Flora is lying on. No, not the sofa - the warm patch of sunshine on the sofa. Here are Flora and Bambino sharing a sun puddle...

This proves that no matter how much they scrap with each other and try to denude each other of fur all over my rugs, they secretly share a mutual and fond admiration. I think. And here is Bambino on a sun puddle that has come to rest on my legs...

It’s his casual, ‘I’m so cool’ pose. Metaphorically cool, of course. Not literally. I mean, he is a huge feline dollop smothered in triple glazing thick black fur. In reality, he is probably boiling. But still the lure of the sun puddle pulls him in. Idiot.

Or maybe not? We all like that sense of being wrapped up or bathed in something warm, don’t we? Don’t we all seek out that little spot of comfort when it is cold and dark, and life is a little weary? Not so daft, eh, these cats seeking out their sun puddles for a little battery recharge? A little spot of healing?

Anyway, I have continued on with my Wednesday afternoons of meditation and healing. It is mostly me on my own. Just sitting in the reading corner of the Zen Den, lighting a candle, thinking on the previous week and writing down in a notebook some thoughts and wishes for the people, the animals and the world around me. I don’t know how much effect my thought channelling has. I believe it does something good and helpful. 

And what I wanted to do was invite you to join in a spot of ‘sun puddling’ as well, either by sitting at the same time as me, so that is between 2 and 3 p.m on Wednesday afternoons (UK time) or by sending me a message if you would like any specific thoughts and wishes popped in my notebook and sent out. Doesn’t have to be specific - something like ‘Can you think about Auntie Hilda who is having her varicose veins done tomorrow?’ or ‘I twisted my ankle dancing on the garden table and it bloomin’ well hurts.’ Stuff like that. Anything goes, really, as long as it is moral, legal and doesn’t involve predicting the lottery numbers! 

Just let me know. You’d be more than welcome. 🙂

And yesterday I received a little sun puddle in the post from Dear Daughter, Heather...

‘Cold Comfort Farm’ one of my favourite novels of all time. I had the urge a week ago to re-read it and went frantic when I couldn’t find my copy in my collection of Stella Gibbons’ novels, nay anywhere in the house even. I mentioned it to Heather because I thought I might have lent it to her. She did, indeed, have a copy, but we couldn’t ascertain if it was mine because the cover didn’t look familiar. So she sent me a new one!

How lovely is that? A little literary sun puddle. And we all know, it’s the little things that count.