I’ve done it again. I meant to write but I didn’t.
I meant to write about the time I was driving to work, was stopped in traffic and through the hazy early morning sunshine saw a rabbit munching on grass by the side of the road. I meant to write about how in that moment I admired that rabbit for having no fear whatsoever, for nonchalantly ignoring all the cars, lorries and loud motorcycles that were driving past and for merely getting on with the task in hand, breakfast. Continue reading
Long time, no blog. Correct. The reason? No time! Which ironically hinges the gap from my last blog!
The last few weeks have been filled with a trip to Northampton, an escape to Wales, four birthdays, my Dad disappearing to Ghana for ten days on a mission trip, a week of navigating my class of children through their SATs tests, our 21st century women’s conference, two ridiculously early mornings, an early morning walk to see the Olympic torch and a million and one other things; marking, paperwork, emails, phone calls and meetings at work and housework, washing, cleaning, more school work and other chores and tasks at home.
One little word. Four little letters. One massive concept. TIME.
You can’t see it, you can’t smell it, you can’t taste it, you can’t touch it … but you can ‘feel’ it.
You feel it when everything in you is willing it to speed up. You feel it when everything in you is willing it to slow down. You feel it when everything in you is just willing it to stop altogether, just so you can pause and catch your breath or just savour and drink in every detail of a special moment.