This tree had a lightening bolt running through it once. And on it grows. New shoots and life. It wants to live and thrive. Just like us.

After half an hour of listening it was time to say goodbye. Thank you swan friend. Hope to see you again sometime ๐ถ โค๏ธ so long
I wrote this song after my dad died. I sang it at his funeral. I could never have imagined playing it to a swan years later. It was so beautiful and perfect. The lyrics go…I am a swan gliding on my humble journey of love towards the stars above, give me your hand and as one we’ll light up the world. I am a Swan ๐ถ
Cool. I just got featured on The Dodo for a video I recorded last June in the woods with a lovely swan. Here’s a link to a little montage. Brilliant. ๐ถ thedodovideo
Day 23. Really awesome kitchen dance in purple crocs tonight, flowing and stomping to different beats and sounds. When I was 15, I would go out with my friends to Ritzy, a smokey club in town. There was a song guaranteed to get me dancing. Miss You by Everything But The Girl got me moving like other songs did not. It had a depth. At the time, the idea of trance music was a figment of my imagination. And now as I listen again, mixed and modernised by Jorn van Deynhoven, I love its depth and vibrancy even more. I twirl and swirl like I was 15 again with an even bigger smile. Trance music has come to pass for me and Iโm swimming in it like a mermaid drunk on melodies. Iโm in the kitchen, arms outstretched, legs pumping, heart open for the uplift and joy the tunes bring.

I am totally in love right now. In love with life. In love with myself. In love with Simon. In love with my body. In love with my choices. In love with my freedom. Feeling free to do whatever I want and be whoever I want is honoring me. No one should be able to take that away.

Enjoying an old childhood song. Just the first verse here. Practising with the birds is amazing. Lonesome Pole Cat ๐ถ
Day 22. Dancing in the sunshine mmmm mmmm. Warm golden glitter ball in the sky shining down. Tunes playing. Birds singing. Body warm. Springtime sun in England is gentle and loving. Soft sunshine kisses make me rosy and bright. Listening to Gabriel and Dresden - The Only Road โค๏ธ smooth.

A song to uplift you - Tye Tribbet - You Are Good โค๏ธ๐๐งโโ๏ธ๐งโโ๏ธ๐โค๏ธ ๐ถ
Good morning world. Today I’m grateful for my determined legs. I’m grateful for my sturdy boots. I’m grateful for Simon. He’s there in difficult moments and beautiful ones. โค๏ธ

Day 21. Back on it today. Dancing with the moves of a girl who has missed her previous rave session. On a new dancefloor, in a different kitchen. I love dancing on tiles. They’re so smooth. I also love dancing next to an aga when Iโm cold. It gradually turns into a sauna session and I can strip down. I had two scarves on and didn’t even realise. Iโve been thinking how important it is to keep being grateful for what I have and avoid moaning. It’s so depressing. I try to to see beauty first and stay uplifted and in happy reflection. Dwelling is an unhealthy past time too and a bit of a time suck. That’s what cat’s have taught me. Stay present. No need to dwell. They’d be a mess if they dwelled. Stars now. Lots around here. Sparkling bright. Nebuchan - Frank T.R.A.X made me reach up high.

Warm sun on my face. Baby lambs bleating. Jawdaws discussing. Cold wind. Distant tractors. A car. A cattle grid vibrating. Lots of dogs barking and howling far off. Pigeons cooing. Pheasants sqawking. Many birds singing many songs. Robins, Wrens, chaffinches. Dogs barking louder and faster now, like they’re all running somewhere together. A chainsaw connecting with a tree. Machinery grating metal on metal. Ok time to come inside. It’s loud. Coming from the countryside in south England to north is a sensory experience. My senses are heightened. Everything is new.

Found some super cute images from The Wind in the Willows in the cottage. They’re painted on plates and hung on the wall. Artist unknown.
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This is a mega dairy. It’s huge. Cows here never go outside. Never see sun or grass. Get milked all day through midnight. It used to be a little farm where cows had freedom. They’d mosey on down the lane a couple of times a day, end up in people’s gardens, chew the cud, breathe in fresh air. There’s an eery silence over that place. It’s unsettling. If people feel they need to drink milk, drinking organic milk means cows see daylight and have more freedom. And that’s the most important thing in life. Freedom.

Bunnies play, jackdaws chat, wrens sing, breeze blows, sun shines in my paradise garden. I got me some space here.

Day off dancing today. Did a bit of wiggling in the service station…๐ So Iโm excited to dance again tomorrow with the help of this beauty. An absolute gem of a solo rave up is coming. Sounds of loveliness are on their way yippeeeee ๐

Super long day! The kitties waved us goodbye then we were off. We stopped in to see Simon’s work colleagues half way up the country (and cause mischief) and now we’re north. In Yorkshire. In the middle of nowhere. With peace and quiet and sheep and rabbits and so many stars. ๐

Day 20. Danced the whole day away. Tidying a house with the music turned UP is just the best. It’s been an amazing house-sit. Iโve learnt some lessons here. Communicate truthfully with people. Don’t repress emotions. Make friends. Don’t let boy cats near my stuff (spray time!).

Last photos of the gorgeous Tunbridge Wells kitty cat clan. Tomorrow a new adventure will be upon us. So long Cookie, Leo and Buzz. You really are the cutest.
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Something wonderful happened yesterday. There was a knock at the door, I was down the other end of the house, a long way away. So I ran. I ran through the house like Tinkerbell. Weaving, dodging, climbing, gliding, leaping. With smiles. Without pain. All the way to the door๐งโโ๏ธ
Shoes are important to me. They are a lifeline. They help me be vertical and comfortable. I’m not so confident or pain free when Iโm barefoot. My legs have, in a nutshell, mechanical challenges. I’m grateful I can dance. Iโm grateful I have comfy shoes, Iโm grateful I have legs.

Following on from yesterday’s ponderings about space, I’m feeling super serene today as we move out of the house we’ve lived in for three weeks. When we first started this house-sitting adventure last year, our car was brimming. We’d sold everything in our house but still had a car and roof box full of stuff including a two harps and a computer. Then we downsized again and felt even lighter. We sold loads more stuff including the computer and a harp and gave other bits to charity. We’ve continued to shed. My suitcase closes without having to sit on it now ๐. It used to be full to bursting. The space in the car is abundant. The space in my heart is abundant too meaning living simply keeps my mind clear and let’s me focus on creating beauty. Being a producer rather than a consumer. It’s addictive to give things away now but also reminds me to think hard before buying things in the first place and think, is it useful? Do I really want to bring this into my life? Then I have time to feel free and happy rather than heavy and burdened by stuff.
Oh Cookie. What a sweet little Tinkerbell you are. Light and dainty, chatty and kind. If I had a cat I would wish her to be like you โค๏ธ

Day 19. Tonight in my dance I got to thinking about simplicity and space. I love space. I move through space and feel free and empowered in my body, not worried about banging into anything. I feel a sense of relief in the simplicity of a space. In the homes I house-sit, I see rooms full of objects. Often there is no room to move and stretch out fully. There are big sofas, tables with trinkets on, tables in front of windows making them unopenable, side tables full to bursting with ornaments, coffee tables, stools with papers on, cluttered desks with no space, so many chairs…. Each day, I spend more time inside than out, so it’s important to have the right balance between practicality, aesthetics and expanse. Too many things feels constricting. I know people who can’t stop buying things. It’s suffocating them, making them ill. They’re being swallowed up by their own stuff. Scary! The more they have, the less they appreciate each object because it gets lost in a sea of other objects. I want to breathe into my space. Breathe in its purity. I want to honour it. Steve Jobs’ perfect room set up was a record player and a light. And lots of…Space. Amazing. I want to take this lesson forward for when I finally settle down. Less is more.
