The playground at Eowyn and Coco's new school (first day Monday...)
Please pray for Eowyn and Coco as they start school - we are hoping our new school community will be a place where we can make good friendships. I always feel a little nervous when I expect too much socially from people. I want to get that balance right between being too eager and too nonchalant. I put an ad on the noticeboard and in the school newsletter to see if there are people interested in joining a writing group, not dissimilar to my wonderful, irreplacable Seattle writing group.
The anti-depressants are making me quite relaxed, which is a looooovely change.
1. What song am I singing in this photo?2. What is (/would be) your favourite song to sing for Karaoke? Can't wait to read your answers! For some reason I have this burst of childlike enthusiasm. The first crocuses of the season popped their purple heads out of Earth today and said HI! Nana loved her first crocuses each winter, and would get so excited about them, and that the days were gradually getting longer, and that there was this ONE warmish day in the middle of January - her eyes would gleam as she talked joyously... She was such an example of finding beauty in sorrow, light in the long winter, a smile in response to my frown... Bless her heart.
Oops, I've been forgetting to blog. I haven't been forgetting to walk, although I must confess to doing so somewhat begrudgingly! There was a message today from Care, the people who are organising this endeavour, saying that we (you, my team, and me!) have raised enough money to provide a well for a village, and to teach them how to maintain it, and provide the tools. This gave me shivers. Real people in the real world are going to have water, because of our partnership!!!!
This morning I walked rather than ran. It was cold and windy, and dark when my alarm clock went off, today being the autumnal equinox here in the southern hemisphere. As I walked, I thought about Mrs Cate Sewagoma in Uganda. Her husband had been tortured to death, in her presence, during the terrifying era when Milton Obote was in leadership. She lives in the village of Kirema, caring for 5 orphans, whose parents were killed during the civil war. Her hut is very brown, and had no roof, as the rains had was…