So apparently the meaning of my life starts today, as I turn 42 😊
And I am planning to take hold of this coming year with both hands.
I saw a @tearfundlife article recently on how our lives can be a place:
where the outsider is brought close, the excluded are ushered in and the down-trodden are given refuge.
This matters a great deal to me and I want my life to be:
a roaring fireplace of safety and warmth, rather than a mat that tells you to wipe the dirt from your feet before entering.
So figuring out what that looks like this year is my top priority.
I have other priorities, never stop learning, keep on being creative, find wonder wherever I can and stay well.
So my something new is going to be joining a flower arranging club in January.
My something old will be continuing the diploma I have been doing… well forever really. And the future learn courses I have on the go, and maybe one or two more.
Finally I intend to keep in top of my health, so no blue for me hopefully, just the gym, proper sleep, lots of prayer and healthy food.
I wonder, what would your old, new and not blue things be?
There is always so much to see on the Internet and just put and about. I thought I would share some of the things that have inspired me recently.
I have been organising myself using a bullet journal for the lady couple of weeks. I really like the concept and I also I like how customisable the who thing is. My day pages have a diary space, room for notes and the weather as well as a day journal and scripture journal:
I also have some goal pages:
Action for happiness, the Blurt Foundation and TWLOHA
Have all posted cool stuff recently:
And last but not least
The young people I work with inspire me all the time. This felted star was made by a young man in my lunch club – he had never touched a felting needle before:
I like herb tea more and more, especially since I was given this:
It makes the whole thing so much more of a treat.
And it turns out, drying your own herbs adds to the experience. I know green tea is good for you but that doesn’t stop it tasting too earthy for my liking on it’s own.
Mint to the rescue. And mint on its own, especially if you pick it and steep it straight away is just heavenly.
So I thought I would also try drying it. So far, so good:
All this time taken, just for a cuppa you ask?
But the time taken allows me to savour and enjoy my cup of tea in a way slinging a bag in a mug just wouldn’t allow for and it leaves me much more satisfied.
Mindfulness has its uses.
I never say it enough
Not about what matters.
So easy to say thank you
For a door held open
A cup of tea
Or a fork passed.
But what I really want to say is…
Thank you for loving me
At my most morning grouch,
Thank you for holding me
In my darkest grieving.
Thank you for doing what you said you would right at the start,
Even though it has meant sickness as well as health,
More skint than rich,
More moving house,
And changing jobs
Than either of us imagined.
Thank you so much for making me laugh so much,
For showing interest in the garden,
When you could be gaming.
Thank you for being
My life partner in crime,
But most of all,
for being you.
This week I am curating the twitter feed mh_voices.
It is always a privalage to hear other people’s stories and I am using this week to get as many people heard as possible. I may not be a politician or a celebrity and my voice may not get heard very far away, but listening is an act of love, and as mother Theresa said:
“Not all of us can do great things. But we can do small things with great love.”
So this week I get to help promote the voices of people who sometimes find even getting out of bed and dressed takes all the mental strength they have… and yet get up and go to work/college/school anyway. Surely this is worth hearing.
So many people with mental ill health get on each day and do the same day as their co workers but it takes the courage of heroes to do.
Here is to their often unnoticed battle.
I see you.
My parents visited for the weekend and came bearing many gifts in plant form, so the border and my little sun trap are looking just lovely now:
Also R and my dad carried the fig tree through from its temporary home out the front of the house so it’s all good.
Today the sun has come out for a little while so along with putting my new plants in, I spent time watering everything in, in the sunshine.
That is probably my definition of happiness 🙂
Today the lovely people at the Blurt Foundation posted this on their instagram:
It’s so true. I hate having to spend so much time and effort just to remain well.
Others sail through the week without so much as a thought to the fact that they are well – it is taken for granted.
Don’t get me wrong, I am so very grateful to be well. I notice it all the time and thank God for it.
But all the same. All that time and energy spent maintaining wellness. Imagine what I could do if being well was effortless and I could use all that energy for something else. Imagine the projects that could be started, the goals achieved…
So yes, this little cartoon does indeed, say it all.