So we are back with a bump to the rigmarole of termtime, and as I write I have a to do list that is almost as lone as I am tall. No matter, those of you who know me well know I believe in taking a break in amongst the madness, a little five minutes or more to centre and relax, and these little moments become like pieces of glitter in amongst the grit, like pinprick stars scattered all around me. They feed my soul, revive my spirit, and leave me better armed to be the kind of friend, daughter, sister, girlfriend, teacher, blogger, child of God, Joinee and person I want to be.
Having these moments to stop and stare also help me to just stop and think and be grateful for the other pieces of glitter that fill my life so abundantly, the precious moments, the silly smiles, the simple pleasures, the beautiful things, the happy times. Some recent examples…
A wonderful evening with friends last night, just ideal. Tea and chat and hugs and just loving on one another. When I left work at a quarter to six last night I was beaten, just so very tired, and I really had to rally to jump on the tube and make the busy journey up to Seven Sisters. But when I left at ten I felt revived and replenished in a way so much more than any early night could have hoped to achieve.
Cups of tea, my favourite snack in the world.
Going to my pigeonhole every few days or so and finding another package has arrived, containing a Christmas goodie I’m longing to wrap up for a loved one.
Brinner. Mmmmmm, brinner.
Thursday Communion. Simple, unfussy, private and quite beautiful.
Knowing that on Sunday I have nothing planned but working, napping, and relaxing.
Going to Oxford Street to see the lights go on, then having big chats over glasses of red.
An extra cuddle in the morning.
Walking around John Lewis and seeing so many pretty things to gift. I may go there late and buy some things, along with some pretty paper to wrap them with.
Looking at the calendar and realising this time in 7 weeks it’s one of my favourite days of the year…Christmas Eve.
When parents take the time to email or catch me in person and give me some feedback on how I’m doing. I love being part of the school-home team, and I think its incredibly positive for the boys to know there’s a link and communication there.
Eating hot chips on a cold November night, using one of those little wooden forks.
A diary full of fun and loveliness.
Fireworks streaming the sky.
Having time to read the blogs of people I care for.
The smell of mulled wine.
I do so love the glitter…