I’ve been having an internal fight with myself for the past five minutes (since hitting ‘compose’) because what I want to say should *really* be said next week (because this intro on the Tenth edition of Ten Things of Thankful would just be mathematically *scrumptious* ), but I want to share it this week before I forget it and default back to ‘goofy’.
The overriding response from The Conference Which Shall Remain Unnamed (Because I Couldn’t Go) last weekend was one of connectedness. What people seemed to like most was meeting the people at the other end of the internet and spending time with them. Much mention was made of ‘tribes’ and ‘packs’, and a wonderful sense of belonging seemed to spread from blog to blog with group photos and slightly star-struck comments about having met so-and-so and done such-and-such…it was very heartwarming.
But meeting in Real Life is not always possible, and the terminology of ‘tribes’ and ‘packs’ seemed somehow exclusive.
So, in thinking carefully, I’ve found us an analogy, which perfectly sums up how I feel about my co-hosts and participants in this here blog hop. Because it’s markedly different around here, and much of that seems based in the responsiveness of those involved. There’s joyful participation and entering into comment box conversations all over the place each weekend. Newcomers to the hop are received with genuine warmth from multiple bloggers and the ‘feel’ is one (dare I say it?) of community.
Yes, it takes effort to find time on a weekend to join in, and further effort to ping around the place participating, but it’s done so gloriously well by so many, with such enthusiasm. And I’m so thankful. For all of you. You have truly embraced the spirit of endeavouring to actively seek Good, to find Thankful and to take note. And to rejoice together when these things can be, and are found, even in the most challenging circumstances.
Together we are a People of Thankful.
You are my People.
And I love you.
So, onwards and upwards…
1. My week started to get better about halfway through, and one of the BEST things which made it a wonderful week, was a surprise, GORGEOUS gift from my darling friend Shanique (who blogs at Adventures of a Willow Wimp) who I’ve loved making friends with over the past…weeks? months? Might as well be longer – she’s fabulous. A truly poetic soul, with a way of writing which is utterly compelling, and a need of books as deep as my own.
I received a beautiful postcard, a magnet to add to the (large) collection on my fridge, and a bracelet in the colours of the Belize flag, with buttons of the Belize coat of arms. The blue in the thread doesn’t show through so well in the photo, but it is the blue of all blue things distilled and woven into something I can wear, and it makes my heart *so* happy. The letter is private, but know that it is AWESOME, and if I’d’a been a crying-at-letters type, I’d be welling up again just thinking about it. It was *that* good.
|Who couldn’t help but *love* someone who starts their letter to you in such a way?|
2. We had Niece and Neff to sleep over for a couple of nights, and had an absolute blast. They are hilarious, loving, energetic, adorable children and I’ve had so much fun with them. Today (one of my favourite moments) we went on a long hike down a local stream and ended up in a large, grassy field, too tired to go forward or back, so we laid on the ground together in a snuggled heap, on our backs, pointing out the shapes we could see in the clouds shining fluffily against that gorgeous blue (again) sky.
3. I also had an overwhelming moment of the heart last night when Neff woke up at about 1am (having tangled himself in his covers) and, even in his sleep-fuddled state, only called twice for Mummy before remembering and calling me. I had to be very careful not to fall asleep, tucked around him, inhaling his loveliness.
4. On Wednesday night, Emma came round and we all went to the park after tea. We played for ages, chasing one another, with Niece and Neff joining in with her and actively seeking her out to give them attention and input. They ran us absolutely ragged, and we wound the evening up by all lying down to roll down some small, purpose-built hills (which we’d previously chased each other all over), laughing at each person as they zoomed to a confuddled stop where the ground levelled out. So. Much. Fun.
5. After a ridiculously long wait, my certificate of Twinned Toilet-y-ness FINALLY arrived.
6. I discovered wells of (physical) strength within me that I hadn’t realised were there. Yesterday I was still poorly and hadn’t eaten, but needed to go and attend to some chores. The upshot of the chores, and some of them imploding on one another, was that I ended up walking hard from 12.30 to 3pm in 30C heat.
7. So I’m also *SO* thankful I thought of taking a water bottle with me (having initially estimated it should all only take an hour)
8. I had another present in the post today, this time from one of the lovely ladies at the ever-wonderful Facebook group ‘You, Me and Infertility‘. We all got sorted into pairs and sent one another some fun items of encouragement to help us along the TTC journey. I was sent two fish (in honour of the course I’ve just finished), a crystal meant to help with whole body healing and infertility, and a fun bumper sticker (which I’ll see if I can bring myself to put on…apparently ‘stick family’ car stickers are all the rage where my friend lives in New Mexico, and she’s sick of them. They’re only just beginning to trend over here, and I wouldn’t want anyone to feel upset! I’ll wait til they’re sickeningly everywhere and I need to vent-via-vehicle). And two lovely cards, with messages of enormous supportiveness and gorgeousness.
9. Today I bought three gorgeous corydoras for the fish tank. They’ve already made friends with the gold ring danios and the cherry barbs, and the tank’s looking WONDERFUL. Problem is, fish move (who knew?) and every time I try to take a photo, I get wonderfully smudgy pictures of not-much. So I can’t show you, which is a shame, but they’re lovely and real characters already (one in particular keeps wigging out and zinging around the front of the tank).
|I know, I know – I stole another one. But here’s a GREAT pic of a spotted cory.|
10. This evening, Emma and I went on another of our famous ‘getting-lost-and-walking-til-we-find-ourselves’ walks. We managed a little over 5.5 miles cross country in an hour and a bit and are slowly making dents in our brand new ‘We’re gonna walk 500 miles together’ pact.
We keep seeming to find ourselves at a particular motorway bridge, so this evening I convinced her to ‘selfie’ us as a record.
We only got a little lost (like 500yds of taking a wrong turn lost) and it’s interesting how many of my friends seem to think that *I* was likely responsible for it! Little do they know! I was lost the entire way back to her house, and she double-lost us. But we had a total blast and I love our walks, our chats and our singing at the tops of our voices alongside the dual carriageway.