“ALL QUIET AT GLEN ESTATE”
After the buzz of family coming and going, Glen Estate seems very quiet. But that may be because I’m not seeking company, just enjoying the sunshine, finding time to write and plan the container garden that is taking shape outside my window. The smell of newly mown grass fills the air after the lawn was given its first cut of the season.
I love the garden here, the mixture of shrubs and flowering plants left behind by others, the silverbirch trees outside my window and now the containers which we planted at the end of last summer showing signs of growth. Unbelievably the soil in the containers felt warm to the touch. Amazing after the snow of just a few days ago.
I’m so proud of my family. ( I may have mentioned that before!) It was very difficult for them when I was really ill two years ago, but I think that has pulled us closer together, especially for me when I hear their care and their faith that the future will be OK no matter what.
My twelve-year old granddaughter in Ireland got word when she went home that she has been chosen to attend a Saturday Youth Academy at the University of Galway. There were thousands of applicants. She will study physics and is really looking forward to expanding her horizons in this way. Full marks to her parents in encouraging her.
Yesterday I wrote a piece about a situation that occurred in my life 40 years ago. I will publish it, but not yet.
It was like making a quilt. Laying small pieces of memory and knowledge together and adding photographs meant that I was able to describe the whole picture one piece at a time, something I’ve never taken time to do before. Being with the family reminded me that we live from day to day when we raise children, responding to the events which occur in the present.
We don’t often get a chance to stand back and look at the pattern that is forming which we will see at a later date, as I have just done this week.
By piecing together incidents from the past, it becomes possible to lay them aside and trust that any insights will appear when they appear and we don’t HAVE to understand everything as it happens.
That’s a gift. It means that we can let go the past and the present, look at them from time to time as an observer and trust that the process is as it should be. There’s a lot of peace in letting go and well worth the effort we put into learning how to do it gratefully and gracefully.
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