Life gets loud. Let the Quiet be Louder
How do we move forward when things are such an awful sorry mess. How do we heal, how do we do better? On a human race level On a down and dirty, right here at home where we feel it most level with the people we love the most. Where relationships are hard and love is harder. And despite our love we can still get it wrong.
We limp in, or stumble in, or edge in sideways with a hand over one eye or maybe we skirt around the edge for a bit and then fall in.
Any which way were still in.
A start is a start and humble shaky unsure beginnings I say are perfectly good beginnings
What I do know is that I need a fair bit of quiet and time at home to keep me humming along nicely - - - but life doesn't always throw you that bone.
Seems I've created myself a work uniform. Totally by accident which is how I do most things. It started when I turned up at church with a hole in my shirt about a month ago. I was way early which never happens - so I walked to Big W where I happened upon two soft stretchy, ever so comfy long T-shirt’s, cut in a way that they actually have some shape and don't look like bags when they're on. I bought one black, one light grey.
Now if that sounds like we were out in the wilds, far from civilisation, fending for ourselves, sleeping rough and cooking over open fire
We were at a somewhat secluded camp ground an easyish 20 minute drive from a major town with powered site and hot water a short stroll away. We cooked on a gas stove and boiled water in my quite well fitted out caravan kitchen.
Yes I got me a couple of questions
WHY am I the only person in this house who knows how to change a toilet roll properly. Why when there's a perfectly respectable container for the dog food does my boy leave the bag of food next to it.
And with this last Christmas I was reminded all over again that being with the people I love wins out hands down without question over having everything go to plan OR ticking all the boxes on our "this is what we do at Christmas" list OR having the house all spruced and Christmas ready. Of course it's lovely when things do go to plan, when the food turns out how it's meant, when the house shines as I like it to and guests and or children, take your pick, behave the way they should. Lovely yes - but not essential to joy shared and thanks given and a good time being had. Not even nearly.