A basket of stories.

I’m sitting on my bed, surrounded with paper, pieces of a new book.

Contemplating a re write more detail. Shall I start over again? Colours, smells descriptions painting the picture to make things visible for the reader.

The autumn sun is shining the sky is blue and the trees on the bank seem to dance around the silver bark beckoning me to go outside

I’m distracted by silly things the glass is blown we need a new tilt and turn window.

It opens onto the grey flat roof of the kitchen extension. Next doors fat black tail less cat Charlie sits looking thoughtful on the edge of the roof.

I have locked the door. Turned off my phone.

Today is mine I needed to just be. To be gentle with myself its been a hard week.

To be here in our cottage by this window finishing the book that was supposed to be finished in June.

I love this place this house I muse about my journey what brought me here.

To this canal this cottage.

The small circle of friends I hold dear.

The girl that I was, has stopped running and is now settled happy I am content with my lot.

Itchy feet the gypsy wonderer has pushed down roots deep into this magical place.

I’ve never been materialistic food in the cupboards diesel in my little car and mine and my family’s health that is enough. Anything else is a bonus.

A good friend of mine and I were talking on what’s app and referred to a job we both did previously which involved caring for vulnerable adults. She used the term carrying their stories.Boomthat really struck a chord.

Story carrier….

It was true. Very.

I have always been drawn to work that involved caring, nursing supporting vulnerable people it’s what I do best.

Disadvantaged children, Learning disabilities, Homeless, Addicts Mental health.

Now I’m a Soulmidwife Holistic Therapist .

The common thread in all of this is the stories.

I believe that that is the key to genuinely helping someone who is in a vulnerable position is listening.

Getting to know their story. Not just their diagnosis or their addiction or situation. How did they arrive at this point?

Each person I have worked with has their own complex story listening is the best gift I have given.

I have heard some horrendous stories, some sad some disturbing. But they are all pieces of a puzzle that makes a whole.

Now as a soul midwife I listen to wishes regrets and plans of patients who are end of life.

I have heard of baby boy given up for adoption in the war and a life then spent teaching and caring for other people’s children and a choice to never marry or have another child after a strict father forbid her to ever speak of her baby again. Sadly, she never got to find him. But the day after she told his story I sat held her hand as she passed peacefully knowing she had spoken his name and someone had listened.

I have contacted estranged siblings and listened to stories of lives that have been so similar apart regrets that family feuds hadn’t been resolved earlier.

I have listened to stories of abuse, rape self-loathing and harm. Reassured not judged held shaking hands

A hug a hand to hold sometimes reassurance that ‘you can get through this ‘the simplest things are the greatest gift.

So next time you walk by that homeless person or sit next to that old lady/man on a bench remember that every one of us has a story. Many stories that entwine into one life we collect along this path our journey.

Listening hearing and genuine acceptance are greatest gifts you can give.

Mountain adventures.

The pathway up the mountain started at two tall trees of oak,

Tamika thought they were like two huge gateposts–and at a single stoke

she walked between them–it was like entering another world–a shiver went through her frame

it was like walking under arches or beneath a waterfall after rain.

It was as if it was a crossroad into some very special place

and strangely for a moment she felt her heartbeat race.

This could be the place where magic happened–even fairies may live here,

and it was a really lovely morning for walking with her dog Saffie who was always near.

It was one of her favourite places, where she liked to walk

she would stand and listen, and Saffie was always near –if she wished to talk.

She walked with a large canopy of green leaves over her head

and then realized that she wished to walk in the sun instead.

She felt someone was watching her–but she felt no alarm

and as Saffie sniffed around she knew Saffie, would not let her come to harm.

She wondered happily among the big flat leaved trees

with squirrels birds and hedgehogs, she was completely at ease.

She was looking away down at her village–the river running through it, like a silver thread,

the town hall clock the folly on the hill when she thought she heard a voice within her head,

it said ‘’Excuse me miss’’, it sounded rather hoarse and she immediately-dismissed it of course,

but Saffie’s ears had pricked up, which meant that she had heard it too

she looked all around but there was no body in view.

Then the voice said ‘’Hay I am up here’’ and on a branch of an Hawthorne tree

was a man no larger than her hand, who said ‘’I am so glad that you can see me’’.

He jumped down and landed at her feet brushing off his clothes he was very neat

with tiny trousers coat and bracers too, so perfect and so petite

Tamika stopped and rubbed her eyes-because although small, he was a big surprise

He said ‘’I wasn’t sure my shields were down so that you could see me’’.

Saffie sniffed him curiously–them licked him self consciously

he giggled and said ‘’Stop it, you are making me all wet.

But if Saffie was happy Tamika was too–the little man was not a threat

Saffie continued licking, the little man said it tickled too,

Tamika said ‘’So you have to lower your shields, so that I can see you’’.

He said ‘’I know you are Tamika and you are with Saffie I see’’.

Tamika looked at the little man asking ‘’how do you know me’

‘’All of the fairies have known you since you were a baby

and I’ve always watched your visits although you could not see me’’.

Tamika said ‘’All the fairies, are there more, what do you all do’’

he said his name was Simon, he was the water guardian, and of course there were more.

Tamika said had never believed in fairies, why had she not seen one before?

‘’It’s because people no longer enjoy nature, the streams and animals are not valued as before,

when did you last roll in the grass or jump a puddle, that is what puddles are for.

You are all so busy with computers and TV they don’t see them any more,

you are surrounded by what we look after–the mountain which we live underneath.

And you coming here today is such a huge relief’’.

But before she could ask him what he meant, another voice said ‘’Hello Tamika I am Holly, I look after the trees’’

she was no bigger than Simon with lovely flowing silver hair

and she explained that there were fairies for water fire flowers and even for air.

and they had a problem with Simons water, she went on to tell

that the tree that she was sitting on blew down and into the river it fell.

‘’I allowed the wind to blow too hard, I am Jake the guardian of air’’ his voice was full of stress

Simon said ‘’He’s full of wind and didn’t take enough care–and now we are in a mess’’.

‘’The tree has dammed the river, which feeds the royal well,

and they were not big enough to move it’’ they were ashamed to tell,

She asked what they would do, if the well was dry–they didn’t have very long

Holly said that they thought her and Saffie both looked pretty strong.

‘’If you tie her lead to the tree we ‘ll sprinkle her with flying dust,

we shouldn’t really ask you but we know you are someone we can trust.

Saffie let out a bark–to indicate that she would help

if she hadn’t been willing, instead of a bark she would have let out a yelp.

They tied Saffie’s lead around the tree and Michael whispered in her ear,

and climbed upon her back holding on to her collar– he was quite pale with fear

He sprinkled something on her, from a bag around his neck

and to see that every thing was alright he looked around to check.

he climbed off and told Saffi ‘’ It’s okay. follow me’’ ,and Tamika turned around

shocked to see her lovely dog was floating above the ground.

By flying, in less than a minute Saffie had moved the tree

and straight away the water was once more flowing free.

Then Tamika had a shock because a cheer filled the air

she looked around and found that there were fairies every where.

All of them were smiling on every bush and branch and tree

and on the tree they’d moved stood a couple dressed so regally.

‘’Tamika Tiger’’ said the king and they all cheered again

for now the well would refill when ever there was rain.

He said ‘’Tamika thank you-and the queen wished to give a reward’’

‘’We will make you an honoury guardian’’ the others cheered with one accord

‘’Really’’ said Tamika and Saffie wagged her tail

both of them so happy that their effort did not fail

She was told, we have always watched you— you have much love in your heart,

for the mountain and all it is, you have always done your part.

You love the birds and animals the bushes trees and stream,

you pick up other people’s litter to help keep the mountain clean.

You didn’t even know, that you helped us in our task

and so if ever you are in need of help you only have to ask.

’’But how will I ever find you’’–Michael said ‘’To whisper at the old oak gate

and the wind will answer, and please make it soon–don’t leave it too late’’.

When you come to see us again we will show you the fairy land down below.

But now we have to say goodbye, it’s time for you and us to go’’

He waved his stick and they all vanished and were gone,

leaving Tamika happy knowing such a friendship would go on.

They both went down the mountain path, to have their teas

and a hundred voices said ‘’see you soon’’ as they passed the old oak trees.

She was smiling ,knowing she could visit any time

and for such friendship and such pleasure it would be well worth the climb.