Read today in Sacred Space:
God has ears to listen to our hearts……
Sets the tone for the coming week, a busy one with helping Son #3 to move house. I’ve just sat down and counted up the number of places HBTW and myself have lived. (Plus assorted family members of course.) It turns out to be fourteen. There is at last a sense of permanence here in Dalamory – it’s not quite Brigadoon, but has some of that fictional town’s better parts.
Today the mist is down over the mountains and a watery sun lights up the trees, leaves fast falling. Autumn never used to be a favourite season of mine, but now that I am entering the autumn of my life things seem different. There is more time to be like Pooh Bear and just sit. There is the luxury of not even having to think. The trouble is that I achieve that blessed sense of well-being far less often than I should like. Anxieties are too ready to rush in and whisper in my inner ear…….. What about the cobwebs on the windows? or I must remember……….. such and such.
Perhaps it would be a good idea to have Autumn Resolutions. After all it is also a season of new starts. The start of the season when nature rests up. I quite fancy that. This year my resolution is to try and remember the many ways we are blessed. It is far too easy to think of all the bad things. Counting blessings has always been a good way to remain positive and bring cheer to self and others.