Just to let you know that we are in transition between our farm in the Haute Pyrenees in France, and our rented cottage in a village in Shropshire, England, meanwhile waiting for the Universe to find us our own home. It may take a while......
I have been swinging along through my life with a certain degree of success, although I must admit that sometimes I have fallen flat on my face but somehow I have got myself back up and continued onwards. It's all about learning the lessons of life, that by struggling to get back up again by learning to cope with the difficulties that are being presented to you by the conditions that are surrounding you, that you will grow stronger and more able to cope with life, and therefore will attain a modicum of peace as you advance in age. Well that's the theory anyway, because I am waiting for peacefulness to come to me as my age steadily advances towards the mid seventies.
However, it would appear that while I might have a day or two, even perhaps a week sometimes, of peacefulness, my life seems to require of me more lessons in life to learn in order to acquire a greater quantity of peacefulness.
What am I having to learn at the moment? To stay calm and patient, and not to get in a fret, or be argumentative with my OH because we are both stressed, not to mind that all of our things are still in France, not to mind that we have had an offer on the farm in France which has provoked a huge pot of stresses in our minds, not to mind that we think we have signed all the necessary paperwork for the sale to go through, not to mind that it has been a week of silence coming from our French solicitor, not to worry that the purchasers of the farm might have pulled out of the sale, not to worry about everything related to selling houses.
'But hang on a minute', you might be saying, ' Have you just said that you have had an offer on your farm?'
'Yes we have'. But oh the need for patience, which seems to have flown out of the window earlier on in the year with the demands that 2020 has been loading on us.
But I did do a two mile walk round a lake in Ellesmere with my OH and the dog, and bits of me hardly complained at all.
And I did stand firm against a herd of cows who had absented themselves from their field, and had decided to wander through the village causing much manure and mayhem across the villagers' pristine lawns. Maz, our rottweiller, was seriously earnest about herding them all up, which my OH thought was not a good idea, even though she was of the opinion that she ought to help.
To keep busy, that is what I have to do. The rented cottage is lovely, and will do for the moment, and keeping busy will keep my mind occupied and stop it from worrying. I think that 'calm and patient' is probably beyond me at the moment, so 'keeping busy' is the next best thing, hence the new graphic on the header.
And to remind myself that I am familiar with the way life works, and that my life's pathway will get better even if for the moment it seems to be hitting a pot hole.
Bye for now,