Wednesday, 30 December 2015

Off-line, but hopefully not for long!

I can't thank you all enough for your encouragement to keep on blogging , , , it does me so much good to write down my thoughts and if they re useful to others too that's the icing on the cake. I've been a bit wobbly since Christmas ( which was wonderful,by the way) so probably won't be back on-line till 2016.This comes to you all, though, with love and gratitude and all the best things  2016 can bring xxxxx

Saturday, 5 December 2015

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas

For seven years now, it's marked the beginning of my own countdown to  Christmas - a church full of Christmas trees displayed by local businesses / charities / groups over the second weekend of Advent. In 2013 and 2014, I threw myself into the planning team and was part of helping to develop the tree display into a whole site event, with craft market, cafe and live entertainment - a development that now seems firmly fixed.  This year, I could do nothing to help but watch excited and grateful at a distance, while others cheerfully absorbed the work I'd have done as well as their own. And as if by magic, everything has fallen into place beautifully. In spite of defrosting freezers and lousy weather, we're off to a magical start. If you live within reach of Morecambe, don't miss it, for goodness sake!

As I sat in church on Thursday night listening to our choir singing Rudolph and Let It Snow, I had one of those timeless moments of sheer gratitude for being there, in that building, with those people, to whom for this little time in history it belongs. Elgar used to perform in Morecambe Parish Church once, but now he has been thoroughly upstaged by The Tootle Sisters (yes, those really are discarded can-can skirts) and the school choir. Their music fills the place now. And for this year, quite likely to be this last year for me, I can be part of it.

Who knows what 2016 will bring for any of us? or even what tomorrow will bring? But for today we have here, we have now, we have each other. And knowing they can't last for ever makes them infinitely more precious.

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas . .  make the most of every second this year.