I write this morning bleary-eyed and with a fresh orange juice on hand, in my favourite cafe. (Recently I reached a new high on the weighing scales so am forcing myself to have the healthy option, though if another person waves a full breakfast front of me I may have to succumb! The sight and smell of bacon is driving me crazy!)
The summer is flying by and despite returning to Bristol it feels like I’ve moved back to Ireland: The constant rain bringing a rich emerald glow to the countryside. So far, due to being busy, I have obsessed less than usual about the weaknesses of parenting skills, which always seem more pronounced in the summer weeks. Although I have only one child, (therefore less practical chores than a family of five) I must admit that we do not spend the summer months constantly making and creating works of art. Too much telly is always an issue, as are my organisational skills and our ability to leave the house on time!
But so far it has been good. Despite minor health challenges we had a great time in N. Ireland seeing family and friends, and even the Maxi dress got an airing at Steve’s cousin’s lovely wedding!
(Photo as requested by Janmary, sorry don't have full length photo of dress!)
Likewise Steve had a good time in Rwanda, with his sister and dad, though his recently broken ribs (another unlikely story from the Rolston’s) did not appreciate the long bumpy roads!
The summer is flying by and despite returning to Bristol it feels like I’ve moved back to Ireland: The constant rain bringing a rich emerald glow to the countryside. So far, due to being busy, I have obsessed less than usual about the weaknesses of parenting skills, which always seem more pronounced in the summer weeks. Although I have only one child, (therefore less practical chores than a family of five) I must admit that we do not spend the summer months constantly making and creating works of art. Too much telly is always an issue, as are my organisational skills and our ability to leave the house on time!
But so far it has been good. Despite minor health challenges we had a great time in N. Ireland seeing family and friends, and even the Maxi dress got an airing at Steve’s cousin’s lovely wedding!
Likewise Steve had a good time in Rwanda, with his sister and dad, though his recently broken ribs (another unlikely story from the Rolston’s) did not appreciate the long bumpy roads!
Last night I returned from Signs of God Summer School which was great, though both humbling and challenging: Facing the fact that even after years of practice I still can’t make my hands do what I want them to do. Yet the teaching, worship and conversations in BSL were wonderful and the week was another reminder to me that if I am willing to give God my impaired states, He can bring something valuable out of them.
It is your faithful bloggy and real life friend.
The dress looks great - well, the bit I can see!!
Lots and lots and lots of rain here!
Just back to the cottage for a final week.
Hugs and prayers.
To,
Dear Hazel Rolstonon,
i read your struggle with depression. good that you shared. hope it is encouragement to others. would like to write something but later i think.
sincerely
s. michael
Thank-you for reading about my depression Michael. I would encourage you to write but as you acknowledge, timing is important. Initially I found it helpful to write in short bursts and then eventually it all came together! Best wishes.