My lovely friend, Helen, sent me one of her plates with a deer she handpainted upon it. Isnt it beautiful! it brought so much sunshine into my day, these photos are of it nestled on my bed... i need to think of a special place to hang it
Post like this seems like a treat, and it is, but at the minute it's also a life line for me, I'm holding on to the love and care in each parcel or letter SO much, I can't tell you!
Please if you can make a difference in someone's life by giving them something small or a notecard of thoughtfulness, then do. Don't stop to worry how it might be received, just reach out. Too many people are out of sight and sadly can be left out of mind also
Speaking as someone on the recieving end of such mail I can guarantee that it's a tonic they need, that its a blessing, and so much appreciated.
I have over the years even when I was most ill, given more than I received, I tended to be the friend that others drew on, relied on and turned to for support. I never looked for it to be this way it just kinda turned out that way somehow, I embraced this role of older friend who had advice to give and practical thoughts of what to do and became familiar with it as part of who I was, it taught me much about unconditional love in the form of giving
This time though,i have been learning about unconditional love in the form of worthiness to recieve. As during some of the harder times I've been having the past 3 years, things have been very different, I haven't been in the role of supporter but if supported. I've been looking at why that is and learning from my reflections there.
I just wanted to say that it's been strange and taken some getting used to, to be the receiver of much kindness. Especially whilst too unwell to make things and give things back in exchange - which I know isn't expected but is natural enough to want to do.
I'm embracing the gifts, the mail and the loving care. And I'm also learning from its prescence in my life. I'm soaking up the strength from being cared about in this way. I'm also working through letting go old patterns of not having that same care towards myself.
What I give to others I'm recognising I'm in need of myself. What I'm recieving from friends I'm recognising is a reflection of this new view of myself and new self love.I hope my reflections resonate with something in you also, I share them for that, but I also share them because I just had to write it down.
Helen's shop shelves at Icklebabe are currently brimming with plates of equal charm, some say home sweet home, some say happy day and some have whimsical animals, with balloons and teacups, nestled amongst flowers. you'd love them too.
love kathryn x