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Love Is…

 Our next-door-neighbours have two grandchildren - a six year old girl and a four year old boy. When they visit, these two little ‘uns quite often have a chat with me through the garden fence about various issues of the day, but the biggest draw to chatting is, of course, Nell. Both children are nervous of dogs, the little boy especially so. But, over the last year or so, they have both taken a shine to Nell and have progressed from standing back and making friendly, if nervous, chat to her, to squatting down and pushing their small hands through the gaps in the fence in order to stroke her. And this weekend, I gave them some of Nell’s dog biscuits to post back through the fence to her, to many squeals of ‘Oooh, she licked my hand!!’ Of course, the fence remains a safety barrier for them, but I truly think that as the children grow bigger and bolder, they will request a no-barriers meeting with Nell. 

A few weekends ago, I was in the kitchen and I heard the children calling for Nell, as they are now in the habit of doing.

‘Nell! Nellllllllll! Where are you, Nell? Come out, Nell!’ 

And Nell duly trotted out, taking her toy monkey with her. Through the patio doors I could just see her squishing herself up against the fence, tail all a-wagging, in order to receive small people pats. I could hear the children talking to each other about her, and to her as well, and then the little girl said:

‘Oh Nell, I do love you!’

Well, it quite brought a lump to my throat and an almost tear to my eye…

Remember the new rug I purchased for the dining room a few weeks ago? Well, I am glad to report that it remains intact and untouched by chewy doggy teeth, and so, newly emboldened, I have this morning ordered a new rug for the living room! Lord Malarkey is collecting it on his way back from a visit to Shrewsbury so come this evening it will be all cosy toes on the living room floor again, just in time for chilly Autumn nights.

I have also booked myself onto a course - ‘An Introduction to Soul Midwifery.’ I read a lot about soul midwifery years ago but didn’t do anything practical about it because then wasn’t the right time. It seems, however, that now IS the right time to be doing all sorts of new things that all connect together - the Diploma in Spiritual Counselling and Caregiving, Reiki training, Soul Midwifery, crystal healing, aromatherapy and sacred oils. It’s all dovetailing nicely, and I am thinking that perhaps now I am actually on the next pathway of my life, and not merely loitering around the crossroads looking a bit confused. 

It’s all a bit exciting, really. 


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