I need a Silent Night!
Ruby brought my attention to the words of this song playing on the local radio station. => Don't get me wrong - our children all slept through the night by 10 weeks of age - its the 'being woken' when you have become used to normal nights of sound restorative repose that rub me up the wrong way OR being pestered when seeking time-out. By the way, sleep-ins are long a thing of the past. I want to direct my own conversation Where do you go to escape those delightful children No where around here is far enough away Where does that strength come from to persist That inner quietness and calm They are a blessing from the Lord He is my patience for when I am weak He is strong Just for a moment I want to visit the world of being me.
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Prayer
Certain thoughts are prayers. There are moments when, whatever be the attitude of the body, the soul is on its knees.
Victor Hugo
By His hand He created all things
How fulfilling. Taking something from a concept, a feeling, and out of pure love to make something that you call good, that you can delight in.
Over the last week, and in no comparison, I have taken the idea of making cards, to thank the friends and family that have helped with erecting our new fence, to its end.
I am new to this craft, and had a technique I wanted to use and thankfully some good friends to kick around the idea with, who offered another idea, and a husband who suggested the finishing touch.
This activity made me realise that I like doing this. I like to do all things well. I get a sense of fulfillment of doing more than just the bare essentials.
All this takes time and I have the liberty at present of only half the number of children at home (the others are with their grandparents) so slightly more conscious processing time.
Then the icing on the cake was making a (legal!) cd for a friend and desktop publishing a cover for it. She had just told me in casual conversation that she like the colour blue and pansies, so I was able to use these, and can't wait to see her face when its given to her.
Which brings me to another realisation about myself...I am beginning to tune in again to what other people like, further to just how they have their tea or coffee! This is something that I value and consistently did years ago, but children have dulled that acuity. I mean to say, you are talking to someone who used to keep a guest log for family and close friends that listed how they took their drinks, favourite foods or allergies, like and dislikes etc. I see this as 'listening' to people and while I may never again have the memory I once did, writing it down is no sin, is it?!
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