Sometimes it feels like the world is on fire and everything is happening at once in every direction so fast you can't even keep up but you are scrambling and trying and it is good, so good, and you just keep running and praying you don't fall down.
That was last week.
Sometimes everything slows so completely to a stop that it feels like the world has died, everyone you know is asleep, and you are on hold, alone, forever, outside of time, outside of place, in a place where nothing ever happens at all.
That is this week.
December 10
8 years ago
2 comments:
I find I just make the quiet days out of nowwhere and then have to play a mad catch up. Judy and John arrive in a couple of hours. James was here for his birthday last week. More friends at the weekend. And events every day at school too. x
o goodness! what a wonderful hostess you are! i wish we were coming, too. you know what picture has lodged in my mind? the field of bluebells. someday will you take me?
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