Odd thoughts...

Tonight I've got a ribbon laid out in front of me.

I had a long chat with my Dad yesterday about OM's funeral. I said that basically, it was important to me to be able to contribute something to his funeral that felt personal to me. I raised Raven's suggestion of making a ribbon to wrap around the stem of a flower, and so tonight I am making a ribbon.

I'm trying to pain on it with glitter and glue. It's not brilliant, but it's mine.

I did love my grandad.

It's not been an easy week.

For large chunks of the week I've been horribly on edge. I've been overreacting to things, and getting incredibly upset over nothing. Now, with everything sorted with my family, and nothing really to worry about other than the drive to East Garston on Monday I'm sliding into this odd kind of zen that I had just after Mum died. All the little things just don't seem important now. I've got my friends. I've got my Jeremiah. I've got my little house, with the two cats that yowl to be fed, and curl up around me in the evenings.

That matters.

Nothing else does.

Oh, by the way, in case anyone is wondering, the new title for my LJ comes from a Tennyson poem. It's a Christmas poem that I love very much, and is there only for December.

( A poem, for those who are interested )

Odd thoughts...

Tonight I've got a ribbon laid out in front of me.

I had a long chat with my Dad yesterday about OM's funeral. I said that basically, it was important to me to be able to contribute something to his funeral that felt personal to me. I raised Raven's suggestion of making a ribbon to wrap around the stem of a flower, and so tonight I am making a ribbon.

I'm trying to pain on it with glitter and glue. It's not brilliant, but it's mine.

I did love my grandad.

It's not been an easy week.

For large chunks of the week I've been horribly on edge. I've been overreacting to things, and getting incredibly upset over nothing. Now, with everything sorted with my family, and nothing really to worry about other than the drive to East Garston on Monday I'm sliding into this odd kind of zen that I had just after Mum died. All the little things just don't seem important now. I've got my friends. I've got my Jeremiah. I've got my little house, with the two cats that yowl to be fed, and curl up around me in the evenings.

That matters.

Nothing else does.

Oh, by the way, in case anyone is wondering, the new title for my LJ comes from a Tennyson poem. It's a Christmas poem that I love very much, and is there only for December.

( A poem, for those who are interested )