When I awoke this morning, my little corner of the world was wrapped in a soft blanket of mist. The air felt soft, and all the sounds of the day were muffled slightly by it. It was as though somehow, the day knew that I needed to be wrapped in cotton wool today, to be gentled.
And even though I have had news which is more good than bad, thankfully, I do still feel like I need gentling. I am thankful becuase I still have a job, which is much better news than some of my colleagues will have received. But it is half of the hours I had asked for, and not at a library I had asked for. But it is a job, a chance, an opportunity. Even better, I can continue my secondment.
So although I feel mainly relieved, I feel a bit shaky too. There is hope glistening away in the shimmering half light, which is what I am going to hold on to.
I plan to work not too late today, go home and have a quiet hour before visiting friends. I have a card on my desk which says 'All Shall Be Well, And All Shall Be Well, And All Manner Of Things Shall Be Well' flanked by a smooth pebble from Aldeburgh beach and a smaller stone from the same beach, with a hole straight through it. These are my points of reference to stay grounded and when I feel stressed, I try to hold them and think positively.
I think of this blog as a kind of patchwork blanket where I weave the thread of my days. I don't know what colour these past few weeks would be, but I know I am grateful to have this space to weave them, just the same.
Thank you for your kind thoughts and words these past few weeks,