Under a grey blanket…

2018 02p1Colour makes me happy, so it is not surprising that this past month’s repetitive gloomy grey days have seeped into my soul, as I have struggled mentally to rise above the blanket of grey January weather that leeches my energy and weighs heavy on my body and mind. All seems purposeless, hopeless and such hard work as my body and mind have struggled to combat the grey quagmire of this saturnine season.

Coming up with a plan…

So, to cope with the feelings of drowning in these dreary, dismal days I began to wonder how I could consciously colour my days to combat the consecutive endless days of grey that seemed to suck the enthusiasm from me…I needed a rescue plan to save me from sinking!


2018 01p1After a busy time leading up to Christmas, I always really enjoy the threshold between Christmas and the New Year: that liminal space with time to pause, rest, reflect and read; time to think, plan, prepare and dream dreams for another year. It is a time when I begin in earnest to consider my word for the following year and put it to the test, trying to ensure that God is at the centre of my plans.

I have been stitching a landscape with ploughed fields this month and it has struck me how a freshly ploughed field lies waiting, open to receive the new seed of the next season.
I don’t know about you, but so often I occupy my days with endless projects, lists and goals that I fail to leave room for fallow times. Fields often need to be left fallow for a time for the soil to regain nutrients…and as I stitch, I mull over what that might mean for me…

Release or Resist?

2017 11p1As Autumn gathers pace, and I watch the winds effect on the leaves of the trees, I wonder again about my own approach to letting go; surrendering all that is no longer needed in my life…

For despite taking the word ” surrender ” as my one word to journey with this year, it feels as if I am still clinging to much that needs to be released. Like a stubborn tree that refuses to release its leaves to the wind, I procrastinate the pruning process…and I am finding that my resistance is exhausting, creating anxiety and tension within…..

This month I had a to buy an item of clothing that I don’t often buy, and because 2017 10p1it was to go with something for a special occasion, decided to take time and be properly measured. I must confess I was shocked to discover that I had been wearing the wrong size…for who knows how long!

This seemingly insignificant event, of realising that physically I am not the shape I thought I was, has really spoken to me at a much deeper level about learning to accept change.
It is so easy, isn’t it, to continue daily in our journey through life without acknowledging to ourselves that, little by little, our lives have changed? How many of us live in the past rather than embracing our present situations?

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