Thoughts from my caravan

There's always One!

There's always one!

Lots of wonderful sparrow mothers come day by day to my bird table bringing their newly fledged offspring. Sometimes they only have one, mostly two and occasionally three. Usually the youngsters line up and queue obediently on the gate like good British birds while she tucks in to the fatball and goes back and feeds them one by one. But there's always one that just can't wait it's turn. The others are watching and waiting their little wings flapping with great excitement and anticipation as mum approaches... then bang. The impatient one dives in, unable to contain itself any longer, pushes itself to the front of the queue, grabs the food, swallows it down with appalling manners while the other two just sit there astonished wondering how it happened that the tasty morsel that seemed to be on its way to them had been hijacked and snatched from their opened beaks at the very last moment. They look at each other in bewilderment and at mum who then goes back to the fatball to restock and try again. While little miss impatient preens her feathers and flies back to the tree tremendously pleased with herself and it truth be known feeling rather full.

Isn't is just like that with us sometimes. Just when good things seem to be coming our way, at the last minute everything goes pear shaped or someone else gets the deal or the job or the praise and we are left like astonished little sparrows wondering how it had happened....again.

Or maybe we are the impatient one always pushing ourselves to the front of the queue and woe betide anyone else who tries to push in. Not leaving anything to chance we grab what we can when we can from whoever we can, because if we don't someone else will.

There have been plenty of impatient characters in Scripture and many who have grabbed what wasn't there's. Jacob, grabbed Esau's blessing. David grabbed Uriah the Hittites wife Bathsheba(and had him killed in the process) Jezebel grabbed a poor mans' field again leaving a corpse behind. And in the new Testament, the Prodigal Son couldn't wait for his inheritance and Judas couldn't wait for the Romans to be turfed out and tried to force Jesus' hand. Passion and urgency are great gifts- John the baptist had both, but impatience can be destructive and counter productive as I have learned when I try to hurry the yeast in my bread making.

What can the mother sparrow, the impatient offspring and her siblings teach us today?

What are we passionate about. What can't we wait for? Have we lost hope that anything good will ever come our way because everything always goes wrong at the last minute (and well we don't deserve anything good anyway) Are we living as defeated people?What might we be in danger of taking out of someone else's hand. What might be tempted to take that isn't ours?


Treasure in the field

Stinging nettles don't have many redeeming features (although I'm told they are very tasty!) but one is that they are a breeding ground for butterflies and a source of food for their caterpillars. One of the joys of summer is watching them chomping their way through leaf after leaf leaving only the skeleton behind and getting fatter and fatter in the process.

Looking from the main house, the field they call home (and in which my caravan nestles) looks like a neglected overgrown wilderness, but if you walk carefully through and look closely you will find these wriggling communities of tiny black creatures- treasure easily missed. Dozens and dozens of them journeying into a new way of being embracing colour and flight as they emerge from their cocoons. Leaving behind bits of carcase no longer needed in their lives as peacock butterflies. And although they don't go far from their beloved nettles, their whole experience of life has been transformed as they prance and dance in the air with an abandonment I can only marvel at.

I'm reminded of a story....


'The man whispered: 'God speak to me' and a meadow lark sang. But the man did not hear it.

So the man yelled: 'God speak to me' and the thunder rolled across the sky. But the man did not listen. The man looked round and said 'God show me a miracle' and new life was born. But the man did not notice. So the man cried out in despair 'Touch me God and let me know you are here' Whereupon God reached down and touched the man. But the man brushed the butterfly away and walked on.

Take a moment today to look for beauty in unexpected places.


Reflect on what it might be time to leave behind.


What feeds you.


Are you ready to stretch out your wings?


What might it take to transform your experience of daily living?




Thought for the day

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Jill Houlden | Reply 06.04.2015 21.19

Just discovered this site, having read about Lynne, in Quiet Spaces(BRF). I shall return to it again, as much food for thought, and inspirational stuff.

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19.03 | 12:34

hi ebook now available of Out of the Mist - it is very different from my other story but hope you like it -

11.12 | 15:21

will do thanks again for your encouragemnet

11.12 | 15:15

Great news - it would be good if you drop me a line when it is available. Thanks

11.12 | 05:29

Hi i have just written a novella 38.000 words which i hope to self publish early next year thanks for your encouragement all good wishes lynne

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