Sometimes I’m a little too hard on me. I can’t find it in my heart to be gracious to me. I can’t find the time to give myself a break. I am being propelled by my belief in other people's expectations and I am just on a roller-coaster to burn out. Last night Mr and … Continue reading the post I seem to write every Christmas
the weight of good things
I am feeling the weight at the moment. Not the weight of worry, or the weight of despair, but the weight of good things. The weight of so many really good books, piling up on my bedside table that I have started reading and not yet finished. The weight of the myriad of great creative links … Continue reading the weight of good things
when what you dread happens
Last winter my eldest daughter had croup, it was terrible, she was very sick, she didn't eat for days, and I was extremely tired and sick with worry. So this winter, I have been dreading another bout of croup. Through various means I have been trying to (futilely) control whether she gets sick again. Obviously … Continue reading when what you dread happens
advent expectations
I love the Christmas traditions of my Anglican childhood and in particular the tradition of advent. The time of anticipation, waiting expectantly for the excitement of Christmas day. I love that these traditions extend the christmas season, I love that they create a focus and a frame for the day itself, and I love remembering previous … Continue reading advent expectations