I have a confession … going to the supermarket freaks me out. And it’s not the queues, (though those are annoying), or the people, or the (inevitable) fact that I will have forgotten my list.
Tag: 31 days of challenge
uncertainty … a challenge
I feel like I am in a time of limbo right now, a time of between things.
community … strength for the challenge
As previously revealed I am an irregular gardener, so it will come as no surprise that while the roses at the back of our house got a prune this autumn, those at the front did not. Yet despite the neglect, they have bloomed, erratically yes, but abundantly. It makes me glad that they are not just dependant on me for their survival. The rain, sun, and the insects have all done their part.
After a number of years focusing on learning to be a parent and our little family, I feel like we are slowly rejoining community. I feel like I now have the energy to make and develop new friendships, I feel like those relationships that have been neglected can be picked up again.
But like my roses I have found that friendships have bloomed despite my neglect. Despite my egocentric focus, these relationships have not depended solely on me, there have been other factors at work.
When Mr is away there is the potential to be quite isolated. But I have found instead that community has sprung up and blossomed around me, and for that I am grateful.
recovery … a challenge
I have just had two home days, (or 1.5 as I went to Church on Sunday morning). I have not left the house for two days, not to go to the shop, or visit a friend. The furtherest we have travelled has been to the letter box.
roots … a challenge
I am a irregular gardener. I love planting things, but forget to water them. I love to prune my roses, but only occasionally remember to spray them for bugs. I love the produce that a garden brings, be it fresh flowers, or herbs, but I don’t love weeding.
31 days … the challengers
As I have mentioned previously, reading for me is difficult, and so in order to get some input and intellectual stimulation I read blogs. There are a number of women writers that I subscribe to and love, and what I love is that they don’t give me a warm fuzzy feeling, or a comfortable glow about my life, but instead they speak into my spirit. They challenge me on a number of levels and for that I am grateful.
