We have moved (round the corner, via six weeks with my father in law while we waited for the chain to get in with it). It’s my 20th move in 25 years, but we are finally settled.
It’s a lovely house, one which our boy will have room to grow up in. And we are friends with some of our neighbours, which I have never experienced before – it’s weird, but really good.
In the meantime I now have my plants in the ground. I can’t begin to say how much joy and peace this gives me.
We are still painting and unpacking and will be for a few weeks yet, but we have taken root… Finally.
I’m trying to raise £300 to buy Suzanne Stabile’s 12 week Enneagram course so that I can deliver it locally for free.
The Enneagram is an amazing personality tool which helps people grow in compassion for others and themselves. What a great way to promote good #mentalhealth and #socialwellbeing
I have had a garden voucher for about two years, and as there was a plant sale at Dobbies, I spent it today. There is officially no more room for flowers in the garden now ( although I have plans for more fruit and veg):
Everyone would like to be a better version of themselves than they are. Except for the people who want to be someone else, which of course is just a recipe for misery.
Mind you, I find the journey to a better me to be pretty frustrating at times. I can see that better life, healthier, kinder to others, calmer in myself… But it’s just not something I can manage alone.
My morning Bible reading reminded me that in fact, we aren’t meant to do these things alone. They are the fruit of the spirit. That is, as we seek God first, he is able to work out a better version of us as we go along.
It has always mattered to me, but has been brought into sharp focus as I approach the mid way point of my pregnancy.
Now I don’t just want to be a better me for my family and for the young people I work with… But R and I’s child… The one that for all these years we thought was impossible.
Even in the face of a miracle, change is mundane. Longer walks with the dogs, starting a gentle exercise routine at home and a new drive on healthy eating:
That and a renewed desire to meet each day with Jesus, knowing it isn’t by might or power that things change, but by his Spirit.
I see Google is celebrating the British cuppa today. Which is a good thing I think. In spite of Britain supposedly falling out of love with tea in favour of coffee, anecdotally, I know loads of people who drink both.
I like most drink coffee out and tea in. Although, i’m bucking the trend and like my teabags round (I also like them fairtrade)…
At the end of the day however, there are less tea drinkers in Britain, and why? Bcause we just cant be bothered. The Independent says:
Tea’s fading popularity is attributed to faster-paced living, a generation gap and a stodgy image. Many people these days do not want to take the time to brew tea, and even fewer will interrupt their busy days for the leisurely, civilized ritual of afternoon tea, a 19th-century invention of Anna, seventh Duchess of Bedford, who decided that tea and cakes were the best antidote to a late afternoon ”sinking feeling.”
But wait, isn’t that the point of a cup of tea? A time in the day where we can stop, and savour the moment rather than rush on by? Perhaps in our modern world we need a touch of old fashioned.
Maybe the humble British brew could in fact help us all not rush headlong into busy oblivion….
And then again perhaps it is just, a nice brew.