Five Minute Friday – Different

Five Minute Friday – prompt word, five minutes, just write. No overthinking, no over editing.

This weeks prompt word is DIFFERENT

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“This year it’ll be different”

Famous last words those.

Lets hope it will be.

Lets hope we have all learnt a thing or two over the years about staying sane and actually enjoying Christmas.

Little things like

  • not expecting everything to be perfect – ourselves, others, the food, the gifts, the moments because they never are and we’re certainly not
  • not trying to do ALL the Christmas things and be at ALL the Christmas places
  • doing the things we love that are meaningful to us and our family and forgetting the rest
  • not worrying about what other people are doing or making or buying
  • not blowing the budget
  • saying no sometimes instead of yes and just giving ourselves a minute
  • not having too set an idea about how things are going to turn out because we all know by now there’s nearly always a loose canon sitting ready to go off somewhere
  • enjoying the moments  –  imperfect and chaotic as they often are
  • laughing at ourselves

But

Ask me how I’m doing in about a weeks time and I might tell you a different story.

Christmas sure has a way of doing crazy things to us.

So if you run foul of the best of your Christmas intentions this year – if your calm and zen like attitude makes a sudden left turn and leaves the building  – its OK , it happens, your in good company.

Ellen Griswold said it kinda straight

“I don’t know what to say, but its Christmas  and we’re all in misery” (National Lampoons Christmas Vacation)

We can all relate – so if your heading that way – – –

give yourself some grace,

God is in the business of grace, its His speciality and Christmas laid bare is about God’s grace putting on skin and embracing us in human form.

So give yourself some grace today and give the people around you some too. Take a breath, take a moment – a good few if you need them. It’ll all be OK. Watch “Elf“, have a laugh, phone a friend, take a walk  – any or all will do you the world of good and remember

Next year it’ll be different.

Happy Christmas friends xx

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Five Minute Friday – Familiar

Five Minute Friday – prompt word, five minutes, just write. No overthinking, no over editing.

This weeks prompt word is FAMILIAR

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I’ve lived in this house for over ten years.  Every nook and cranny, every window, every wall, every corner is familiar. In and out, up and down. Her good side and her bad side, her quirks and her crookedness the parts I love and the parts that make me truly wonder why, I know them all well.

And being so familiar and depending how tired or restless or impatient I feel, I  can think  we have the entire measure of each other,  that I know all there is to know with nothing left to discover and no more surprises to be had.

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But I’m not truly convinced  – see hope tells me otherwise, hope keeps me looking for the possibility in every corner and in every well worn space. Hope keeps me looking for what it might be with the right amount of love and creativity and whatever else I have thrown at it. Is it the lure and promise of home? or the idea of creating something out of nothing, of turning water into wine that runs in my blood that keeps me believing there are beauties still to unfold and still surprises to be had, that tells me we aren’t done with each other yet.

 “even our messiest of days are tinged with possibility. Redemption awaits. We only need to find smallest of pathways and choose to keep walking”. Marion Vischer 

Redemption awaits!

Even on the most familiar of days and in the most familiar of places.

Not as obvious maybe, not as sparkling bright new, but there just the same.

Even in this ordinary house.

Despite what’s past, despite all that we are familiar with, despite what we “know”,  it seems  love can abide and hope can stand up and shout your name again.

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Five Minute Friday – Invite

Five Minute Friday – prompt word, five minutes, just write. No overthinking, no overediting.

This weeks prompt word is INVITE

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I have a policy.

If I know you and you arrive on my doorstep you get invited in.

Regardless of the state of of the house.

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It feels like a risk because somedays the house looks like wolves live here, somedays its diabolical, and theres always someone that arrives on that day.  You can bet on it.

If its a pick up or drop off type visit we’ll often stand in the hallway and chat but mostly its a go on through, through my crazy lounge room out to the back area that’s generally in not much better condition depending on what we’ve been doing and how much I’ve been home or if the kids have done their chores (or if I’ve done mine).

What would be handy I often think would be a parlour. Remember those? A “good room” thats kept neat and lovely for swanning about and “entertaining” in.   But I wonder if thats similar to having a closed door – it says this far and no more. I’ll show you my good side and my good china  but the real me thats kept in another room. It might even say I don’t trust you enough with who I am or with my faults and imperfections and messy kitchen.

No such  luxury around here though. It’s straight into the fray when you cross my doorstop and a bit like Russian roulette as to what you’ll find but I’ve made that policy of inviting in because in my heart I know that people are more important than how my house looks  and because I decided a long time ago that my homes purpose (like mine) isn’t to impress or compete, its purpose is to embrace and I can’t do that with a closed door.

It’s a risk, it takes trust – because our homes tell people about who we are and  – – what if it says the wrong thing?

This blog invites you in too and like in my home my true heart hope is that you leave this place feeling better or lighter or more relaxed than when you arrived but I think sometimes I let you in only as far as the “good room” With the marvels of  editing and cropping at my finger tips its easy to just show you the good side because I love a pretty photo but we all know real life  is whats happening outside of the frame and theres real life scattered all over the place here. 

So come on in  past the “parlour” into the heart of the house with things undone and unfolded and unfinished, where pretences are dropped and the real conversations happen.


Your invited, your welcome.

Just come as you are and I will too.

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Five Minute Friday – Support

Five Minute Friday  = prompt word, five minutes, just write. No overthinking, no over editing.

This weeks prompt word SUPPORT

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Support looks like different things on different days

This past couple of weeks  its looked like my lovely neighbour giving my family free access  to  her downstairs toilet – – – – – .

I”ll fill you in.

Three weeks ago we bought a new toilet.

Two  weeks ago the old toilet was removed.

Two days  ago the new toilet went in.

I’ll let you work out the difference.

With old toilet gone and  new  toilet sitting in the middle of my laundry  in the way and completely useless  – we were  in what you might call a little bit of a pickle.

Ten minutes though before my neighbours left on holidays for two weeks I had a brain wave and ran next door to see if they could help out. Now these are the kind of neighbours that make you think twice about ever moving house, like grand parents to my children, they have been incredibly generous and kind over the years with their door always open. But I still felt like this was quite an ask. Being the people they are though they handed over the keys to their downstairs granny flat for us to use at will for as long as we needed without a second thought. Now that’s support of the life saving kind.

Support is generosity and kindness and unconditional love and having your back and undeserved grace all rolled into one. And what would we do without people like that in our lives.

The support of a good friend is something I’ve thought a lot on this week

My best friend is away on a cruise at the moment,  totally off grid and I’ve been counting the days down till she’s back. Not that we talk everyday but knowing she’s there not too far away, always ready for a talk or to head off for a quick coffee is something I rely on a lot. She is as generous and good and supportive and hilarious as you would ever hope a friend to be and  I’m missing her big time.

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This as well.  I’m happiest when I talk to my sister on the phone a couple of times a week. As sisters do, we kind of know each other in and out and the last couple of weeks for a number of  reasons – a dodgy iPhone with a mind of its own, early starts at work, busy afternoons  – who knows what else –  our phone catch ups have been few and far between and on the inside it feels like I’m missing out on something really important and grounding and calming.

All of it has been a  good wake up call.

A reminder that I’m a person thats supported at every turn by the very best and dearest of people. Those mentioned and others. In real life and online too.

Thats no small thing.

Thats a blessed life.

So I’m off to ring my sister and I never imagined a toilet could look so beautiful.

 

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Five Minute Friday – Blessing

Five Minute Friday  – written on a Saturday, posted on a Sunday  but it still works the same way. Prompt word, five minutes, just write. No overthinking, no over editing

This weeks prompt word BLESSING

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Well theres been a few this week.

There were late starts at work and a drive up the  mountain with friends on Friday  and almost getting blown away but oh my goodness this view.
 
And I remember I get to live  here and look at this. The best bit though was picking up where  I left off with old friends not seen in forever but we chatted like it was yesterday and there are fewer things as precious in life as good and faithful friends who take you just the way you are no matter what.  And I had to take this warts and all selfie because I wanted to remember the moment we were  up above the world,  three of us together.
There were  these  clearance roses that made me happy just looking at them. They match my table  and who knew coral pink could be so pretty.
And in amongst the regular worry of my boy and what will he do and how will he get on because a star student he is not  –  he brings home this.
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First in his class for Visual Arts this term and I remember that in this he excels and always has  – the one bright and shining A on his report card each year when the rest of it makes me want to weep. The relief of remembering  that while  dotting his I’s and crossing his Ts and tucking in his shirt and handing assignments in on time is not his thing,  drawing and painting and creating and thinking wildly outside the lines is.  And I think maybe there will be a place for him and his unique gifts without him having to be anybody else but himself.
And today –  is about as icy cold as I ever want it to get around here  but the sky is clear and blue and that sun hitting the front of my house  is doing me all sorts of good and warming me through on the inside.
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Funny how  the tiniest perfection can make you believe everything’s going to be all right.  Bread Alone – Judi Hendricks

Some blessings blatant and brilliant and gobsmacking and others in strange disguises and hiding round corners waiting to be found.  Life flows this way and that – it rips and ravages and just about breaks us in two sometimes but theres no mistaking the sheer profound blessing of it. This  chance to breathe and love and be a part of it all is no small thing.  This chance to rub shoulders with eternity and with the ground and with each other makes no earthly sense  – but here we are.
Blessed beyond measure whichever way we look at it.

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