In a few more minutes it will be dark and the pearly winter clouds will disappear into another long night. My blue fairy lights dispel any sense of darkness and gloom. My fractured body is healing at last and I may well make it out of the house and on to MyBus to go exploring again after long weeks of being housebound. The new door out to the garden is so timely and there is satisfaction in walking out on the specially level tarmac path to complete at least four lengths to the central garden and back. I’ve just gone through a painful phase where my body has been protesting big style at being cajoled into moving again after weeks of immobility. Today I managed to reduce my painkillers back to “just’ paracetemol and stop worry about the effect the stronger tablets were having on my addictive personality.
Focusing on health, nutrition and exercise is not a bad thing, leaving no time for depression or despair and concentrating on what the future has to offer.
Of course, the very immediate future offers the celebration and promise of the birth of Christ and the knowledge that there is unconditional love and support as I try to come to terms with the things that vex me and tempt me to dwell on the negative and pull me down away from that gift of Love and Hope that is mine for the asking.
Now I have the pleasure of waiting for Simon to arrive with organic veg, Christmas clementines and his thoughts on how our food should be grown and what is possible on our wonderful island. This year there is no salmon in our house as the stocks of wild salmon are low and the farmed salmon is contaminated with sea lice and in turn endangers the Marine Protection Area in Lamlash. It’s the least I can do.