Prayer..

Last night I said a little prayer...

I am not a religious person, but I do believe in the power of prayer - my own interpretation of the concept of prayer that is. To me, prayer is taking time to quietly process your thoughts by talking them through in your mind, as if explaining them silently to someone else.

The fact that there is no-one really there listening makes it easier.. thoughts can really be unhindered. No need to have politeness, etiquette, manners in the back of your mind. The thoughts can just come. And by mentally verbalising them, I feel the healing power of simply talking though worries, concerns, thankfulness..

..and somtimes an answer just presents itself, or the problem seems less significant, or the thankfulness feels aknowledged.

So, last night, I said a little prayer for my daughter. Because I love her so very much - so enormously, overwhelming, heartbreaking much. And I blessed her in my mind with motherly love, and I hoped that our current challenge would resolve..

and as I prayed, my daughter hummed 'Away in a manger' to herself as she fell asleep.

A day at home

Over six inches of snow have kept my husband off work and my daughter away from school, so we have had a family day at home, with the heating on constant.
R. and I played "cleaning". We were Madge and Mavis the cleaners and we went around the house with our dishcloths and window spray and cleaned all the windows.

We had a tea break and then got to work on the Christmas cards. We used our fancy edge scissors (12 for £1) and cut out pictures to make gift tags ready for next years presents. I picked a few threads from a huge collection I bought from a patchwork fair many years ago and attached these to the tags.

I keep the gift tags in an old perfume box which my sister was throwing away. Toal cost, a penny, if that.