I had wanted to go to an Easter set up at a church we go to sometimes – a “contemplative journey through the events of the first Easter” – but somehow it didn’t happen. It was a modern take on the traditional Stations of the Cross, which I’m not overly familiar with, but thought it would be interesting.
So, I didn’t get there.
It’s been raining a lot lately.
And then, up popped this YouTube walk up a rainy Irish hillside!
Friday’s nearly over.
But Sunday’s coming!
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Just taking a break from a strenuous programme of watching YouTube and episodes of Death In Paradise 😆
Seriously…I’ve had a good day of catching up with transcribing notes, and revisiting the concepts from the lessons they came from. It’s taking time, but is also inspiring.
I’ve been thinking about the “faces” we wear, and the importance of finding why we are here, in this life, in this place. I was watching a cover of a song from Barbie (the recent movie) – the original is hauntingly lovely/sad, but I thought I’d share this one. If you haven’t seen the movie, there’s a theme here of authenticity – of being “real”.
We all spend some amount of time finding out what we’re made for. Some work it out while they’re still young. Some never get there.
I think most of us get there at some point…but sometimes, when things change – we’re off again, trying to find our place in the world, and our people. It’s the question everyone’s asking, even if they don’t know it.
I’ve never been big on makeup.
There was a brief time in my life where I was an Avon lady. I had a lot of samples, and tried all of them out. It never looked quite right, and I’ve always hated the feel of it on my face. I found a more natural range, which felt quite nice, but still looked odd to me. In the end, I couldn’t really be bothered…my face is mine, and it’s good enough for me 🙂
There are a lot of boxes in the world – ones that people are supposed to fit into, and then stay in forever. By the time we’re in school, and often before, we’ve been put in a box somewhere. It’s generally one we haven’t chosen, and it’s hard to get out.
I don’t feel like I’ve fitted in any of the boxes I’ve seen. Maybe there’s room to make a box? One with open doors and transparent sides…flowers and colours and perfumes and songs!
After all my years, I’m happy with myself. Not perfect, of course. Still a weirdo to other people. But “me”, as much as me can be. I still have a lot to learn and grow into – that’s a lifelong thing, really – but I’m learning what I’m here for.
I hope you are too.
And here’s another song, for when people tell you you “can’t”.
Find your music.
I know it’s there.
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It’s not been too hot today.
Lovely! 🙂
We’ve had varying amounts of rain, but no flooding here. The place we’ve moved to is near a river, though, and the water comes up from there. While our house has been dry(ish!), the lower bridge into town has been cut off a couple of times, and we’ve been able to see the flooding over the paddock behind the house. It hasn’t affected us, or our ability to get to town, but it’s good to keep an eye on it…
The garden is green, and needs a good weeding. The roses are slowing down considerably, but I did get a nice one from one of the smaller bushes.
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It’s been another day trying to deal with government bureaucracy without my head exploding…
I have been enjoying writing up some old notes.
A few years ago I did an online course, which at that time only had one year’s curriculum. They’ve just added a second year’s curriculum, and I was invited back as an alumni 🙂
One of the things I’d been wanting to do these last years is to catch up on my notes from the previous lessons and seminars. I had copied out quite a lot (more than I’d thought I had), but I stalled in the middle of one set of lessons because I couldn’t find my notes, and I didn’t want to continue with something else before finishing that class.
I have searched through my bits of paper many times, both here and in the previous two addresses. I eventually came to the conclusion that the last two lessons of that class were gone, and I would just have to move on.
When I got the invitation to sign up again for the course, I wasn’t sure at first. The cost was discounted (as an alumni, and also because I think we’re guinea pigs for Year 2 😆 ), but it’s still an extra expense to factor in.
We prayed about it, and I didn’t have any clarity, until about an hour or so before the cut off time to enrol. I still wasn’t completely sure (probably because of the money), but decided to go for it… and then I started to get excited about it.
The zoom calls start in a couple of weeks, so I took out all my previous notes to sort them out, and get them finished as much as possible.
…and, after all the searching, and all the methodical sorting into each set of lessons…
there they were.
The two missing lessons, not only clear and easy to read (i.e. not in tatters from moving from place to place), but also in an exercise book, folded back to the right page, ready to be copied out.
I think Someone’s looking out for me.
And I think I might be supposed to do this year’s curriculum.
We went to a Christmas service Saturday night.
It was sparkly, jingly, bright…all the Christmassy things.
I got to belt out some carols (I do love carols!), and enjoyed the littlies dancing with abandon (both on the stage and in the aisles – do children come equipped with springs and a battery pack?).
We got home and I went looking for new Christmas songs. YouTube threw this one into the mix.
I love the twinkly lights and baubles, the memory of snow and freezing churches, the family lunches and cold after dinner walks to settle the abundance of food.
But for all the glitz that the ads and movies show as the Christmas experience, there is just as much darkness and pain.
The ones who are broken, whether in body or mind (or both), who find it hard to jump into the glittery fantasy.
The ones who are trying to pay the rent and the bills and still feed the family.
The ones who don’t have family, or have lost someone loved this year.
For all the different stories out there, it’s good to remember that the first Christmas Day wasn’t neat and tidy, wasn’t sweet-smelling and photo-ready.
It was about a small baby, born into chaos and scorn, who came just for us. Who sees past our shiny facades, and looks for the lost and weeping.
That Christmas story embraces everyone who looks past the sparkles, to search for the real gift of Christmas.
The sun is setting on our time in this house…
…and we’re reaching the end of the tunnel of house hunting and all the admin that goes with it (renting seems to be a difficult process these days, even when you can find a place. Lots of documents and procedures).
We’ve been finishing off the packing and organising for the move, and I’ve even managed a good chunk of cleaning. Tomorrow there should be enough people and large vehicles to make it all a bit quicker and easier 🙂 )
We’re all feeling quite weary already… but you know those “Thank you, God” prayers you breathe when things that look like they’ll be difficult suddenly work out?
I’ve been saying quite a lot of those lately.
YouTube has been helping me along with “out of the blue” suggestions.
This one randomly turned up in an email newsletter!
It’s a collaboration between CityAlight and the Philippine Survivor Network Choir.
Well, it’s an early start tomorrow.
At least soon there’ll be less of this –
– and more space, light and silence!
I’ll probably still miss the coloured glass.
That’s our back door at the moment.
This one’s the side window in the toilet.
There’ll be more beauties to capture when we settle.
We went to have a quick look around the yard in the new place the other day. There’s a lot of mint in the garden, and a largish chilli bush. Also what looks like a spear of asparagus!
We shall see what tomorrow brings.
🙂
When we first moved into this house, we were told by someone we came across that they had been in consultation with the owner, that they were going to buy the house and that we would only have the six month lease here.
The real estate agents that handled the rental seemed to know nothing about it, there was no paperwork, and we heard nothing more about it. It still felt hard to settle in and make ourselves at home, but at some point we decided to enjoy whatever time we had, however things turned out.
The six months is coming up, but we were told earlier this week that we could sign a new lease – great celebrations! – and we thought we’d take a chance and ask for one year rather than a further six months.
Got a phone call today.
Seems the owner is giving the house to the other people. It appears to have been a shock to the agents – they’re not open on Saturdays, but they got the notification today and rang us straight away.
We’ll find out Monday what the details are.
I think we don’t really know how to feel right now.
I don’t want to move back into some sort of colourless box, where there’s no room to move.
Colour (and space for books…) is important!
I really, really, don’t want to pack everything up again.
Eventually, we’ll be able to look ahead to the thought of finding somewhere better, somewhere more settled. Later, sometime…
I love this place. I don’t want to say goodbye. We’ll have two months from Monday to sort everything out (that’s past the end date of the lease, but they have to give two months notice to leave), and it feels like too much of a rush. Strangely, I also feel like working on some of the things I was putting off until we knew we were secure here – to use this time well in the spaces left.
Anyone know of any 4+ bedroom ramblers around? We don’t mind quirky layouts and architecture (although we don’t want decrepit!) – it’s the space we’d like. A reasonable rent would be good as well 🙂
Next week we’ll draw another breath, survey the situation, and look for where the light is coming from.
Until then?
Maybe just… sing.
Seems it’s been a while since I was here last.
I’ve probably got things to say – just haven’t formulated them in my head yet!
It’s late, here.
Should I be in bed?
Yes.
Should I be reminding myself of the truth below?
Also yes! 🙂
Now, time to sleep, and breathe for another day.
I hope the air is pure and invigorating in your life!
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1000 Fields of Roses 