My phone fell from my bag today. Face down. Onto a bus floor. It is not broken – well, not really. It is badly scratched however. All over the face. OK, it had a few scratches before, but now they are REALLY noticeable. Those of you who see me regularly will know that I am… Continue reading The Pink Phone
I try to walk each day round one of our local parks; it is a good break and helpful thinking time. It also gives me time to watch the dogs. I grew up always having a dog in the house. Since I left my parents’ home, it has never been possible to have a dog,… Continue reading Walking in the park
I’ve been putting it off; it’s a task I don’t enjoy, because it needs accuracy, attention to detail, and is “official”. Actually “don’t enjoy” is a bit mild; I dread it. And so I have put it off, even missed a deadline, and ignored a reminder. But it’s Monday (indeed, apparently, Blue Monday, the most… Continue reading I just got something done!
And yet it is! I have to buy a new purse. When I say “have to” I mean that my current one is actually on the point of falling apart. So, it seems judicious not to let it get to that point. Buying a purse is always, for some reason, something that paralyses me. The… Continue reading A new purse; it shouldn’t be that hard!
Today is still a day off, so I thought I would think about what else I do when I am playing. I am making a dolls house. I have been working on it for about two years now, and it give me unbelievable delight. It was something I had long wanted to do, but couldn’t… Continue reading Miniature Playtime
Somewhere, though I now can’t find it, I saw something about today being the day to flood social media with poetry. It had already been in my mind that since today is a day off, I would do what I do on days off, and read poetry, and perhaps post a favourite. So here it… Continue reading Poetry time
My study in church is on a corridor on the top floor. At the end of corridor is one of the rooms we rent out, and is often used for auditions and small meetings for production companies. Since we don’t really have a “waiting area” on this floor, people end up on chairs or the floor outside my study. This can be quite fun! I n order to identify what they are waiting for, there is a small whiteboard above where the chairs are set out, and the name of whatever is going on is often written there.
Today, it said “Fortitude; next door”
It’s been a tough day – one of those days when we set out to help people, but actually can’t. I definitely feel like I am living next door to fortitude, not in fortitude, or with fortitude. I can see it, I know it is there – but it feels just out of reach, round the corner, pointed to, but not present.
But I do see it around me. I see it in some of the people who come into the building, dealing with huge issues and sometimes (not always, bt often enough) with great humour and, yes, fortitude.
I see it in folk who keep the building working, sustaining what can be a very demanding voluntary programme often with amazing humour and delight.
I see it in some whose stories I am privileged to hear, as they tell me of pain and struggle and determination.
So, I know that fortitude is next door. And that’s near enough; it keeps me encouraged, and gives me confidence to keep going, even when some days are like bits of today. It’s good to be reminded.
And just for the record, that sign is not my favourite. This is my favourite…
I waited all day, but he didn’t come!