Something new, something old and preferably nothing blue.

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?

Photos and thanks 30_08_2013

Today I am thankful for the time to sit in a little slice of heaven, share it with the dog, and have time to think, pray and learn:



How is it that all the things I have been learning of late have been staring me right in the face? Ah well, better late than never.

We are trying to move house, and I find it all very unsettling. I would love to put roots down, and having moved 15 times in the last 20 years, it’s all a bit much.

It got me thinking. If home is where the heart is, what do I love? Well that’s easy, my husband, family, the garden, the dog, green spaces, books creativity and the work I do as a youth worker… and all this as an expression of my love for God.

But that’s a lot to move house with. I mean, I would just love to see the third year of my garden…

It was so much easier when I was a student, a poster on the wall, my duvet on the bed and I was home.
And there is the answer, right in front of my nose.

If I have less stuff, I will make home quicker. And then it won’t matter how long I am anywhere.

So the plants are staying in pots, the books are being culled and all the stuff I never use is going. And I am going to spend better time on the people I love. What about you…?
Where is your heart?

what is home for you?

Do you need to cull anything or spend more time on something?