Yes – it is that time already, and this year it has taken me by surprise somewhat. This winter seems to have been very long, very dark, very cold and very wet. Usually by March I feel relieved and as if the year has turned towards the spring – not so just now.
The snowdrops are only just starting to fill out and the crocuses look rather startled, as if the cruel cold world in Dalamory is too much for them. I confess to having felt like that myself at times this year. We have been incredibly busy with various projects, including helping Son #3 with his removal. As a result the bones, joints and ligaments have been complaining, even though they may be more supple.
Having a Birthday Month has become a fixture in my blogging year and I know that other people have taken on the idea. It is about actively choosing to engineer or find little treats in the form of outings or rewards each day. They don’t have to be expensive, though I confess that last year’s 70th was an exception. It is an extension of the concept of looking for the good things in each day. One of the things I like to do last thing at night is to think of three special moments in the day. For me, it is about sensing either joy or knowing God present in the world. That is a whole lot better than focussing on all the bad things that are thrown up by the media.
What has your “Polyanna Moment” been today?
I have half a foot of crusting icy snow covering all, so will have to wait until the end of this week.
Actually my Pollyanna moment which I failed to add is the green beauties of indoor plants that survived my departure and greeted me on my return.
As you will know from my comments over the years I really don’t do Pollyanna. That said, however, there have been some, just a few, really happy moments in the past few weeks which have helped to offset the grim season it has been.
Last Wednesday we (most of us at St. Mary’s) attended the memorial service for a priest from a nearby church, who at the age of only 52 had suddenly died from a brain tumour.
The turnout was massive, a few hundred at the least, with standing room in the large church absolutely full to capacity.
Despite our sadness for poor Kate his widow and her 14 year old son, the enormous number of glowing tributes to this poor lovely man left us all truly uplifted.
We had a happy All ages service at St M’s on Sunday with lots of good hymns and a wellsung anthem. The only downside for me was being encouraged (forced) to wear the dreaded ‘birthday hat’. So little moments of pure joy among the darker patches.
Happy birthday month Freda.
Thanks, Ray, may you have many more happy moments this month.