It's now three days after Christmas and thankfully the left over turkey, Christmas pudding, trifle and the like is finished. I consumed more food than usual but I do intend to get myself back on to my moderate eating habits. It would seem that at the end of each year we use the word 'intend or intention' more than usual.
The dictionary definition of intend is to have a course of action as one's purpose or objective.
The problem with intentions are that you can die being full of them and never actually do anything about them.
It's the same thing with resolutions. Especially New Year resolutions.
A resolution is a firm decision to do or not to do something.
Now to me 'a firm decision' carries more weight than simply having a course of action. You would think that having made a firm decision it would be a done deed. Sadly, this is not the case. Resolutions just like intentions, are not always carried out and brought to a conclusion.
I could give you a run down of all my failed attempts at keeping resolutions but this is blog not a novel!
Actually if I started I could probably get at least a trilogy out of it and a workbook and study guide complete with six part DVD set.
When I look back over old journals and notebooks and read the list if things I'm going to change and have not, it pains me. Some of the 'firm decisions' have been carried forward for years.
My, my, my!!
Well, a new year dawns in four days and it's carry forward time. But, it's also carry out time and I'm not talking about a Chinese meal! I'm talking 'bite the bullet and get on with it'.
See it through, be a completer, finish what you start, don't wimp out and the like.
Let me encourage you not to give up on your good intentions or resolutions but rather stay full of them. The world would be in a sad state if people did not have good in their hearts and the desire to be better, do better and make a difference.
Yes, it will take effort but it's worth it and I have learned some things that helped me keep my resolutions.
1) Write them down
2) Be accountable for them
3) Set a completion time
4) Get help if you need it. (You don't have to do it by yourself)
5) Enjoy the experience
6) Remember that all change is a process.
You may have something you would like to share so please get back to me.
As a wee addendum!!
Re the Nativity. The donkey did great and didn't drop anything it shouldn't have!
There was a moment when it looked like it wasn't going to leave but a pull on it's tail got it going.
Mary and Joseph looked like they liked each other. The angels sang like angels.
The children were wonderful and we were totally blessed and left thankful for the greatest gift of all. A Saviour who loves us and came down to earth for us.
May 2010 be the best year yet for you and may all your dreams and desires be fulfilled.
Nan
Monday, 28 December 2009
Monday, 21 December 2009
No 5 Christmas
Christmas, a time for family, friends, food, fun and the time when I attend the grandchildren's school nativity. I always look forward to these events and do my best to let the children know I am there for them. All the effort of getting there early for the best seats are rewarded when they see me and give me a big wave.
This year was no exception. The inn keepers were there in their best dressing gowns, the shepherds with mum's coloured dishtowels on their heads,the angels with dad's white shirt and silver tinsel halos, Mary in her lovely blue curtain, Joseph in his dressing gown and dishtowel and the wise men with their coloured hats. The scene was set and we sang Away in a Manger with gusto. The children brought the readings from the scripture and the nativity was re enacted before our eyes. As always we were entertained. On stepping up to do his reading, wee Jimmy hit his head on the microphone. The scenery backdrops collapsed and wee Jeannie forgot her lines, but oh how we applauded and talked about how it was the best yet.
We always do our church Christmas production on Christmas Eve. This year we decided we would do The Nativity.
Mary and Joseph were chosen, the shepherds, wise men, inn keepers,stable animals and angels were enlisted. No one was left out.
Mary had a problem. She informed her mum that she wasn't going to be Mary and wanted to be an angel.
"Why not?" mum asked.
"I'm no marrying him" was the reply.
She was assured that she didn't have to marry Joseph and it was only for one night she had to be Mary, but still she refused.
Joseph also had a problem. He informed his mum that he wasn't going to be Joseph and he wanted to be one of the wise men.
"Why not?" asked mum.
"She doesn't even like me" was the reply.
His mum assured him that indeed Mary did like him, (That was stretching it a bit) and that it was only for one night but still he refused.
One of the ladies in the church keeps horses and also happens to have a donkey, and yes, we have the donkey as part of our nativity this year. Now when Mary and Joseph were informed that the mode of transport to the stable was a real live donkey their eyes lit up and suddenly they were best buddies.
A very good source told me that Mary, whilst on or in the toilet, was singing "Little Donkey, carry Mary"
Groucho Marks said you should never work with children or animals.
I disagree and look forward to a great nativity production this year.
We have planned that the donkey will drop Mary off at the stable and we hope that is all the donkey will drop off!!
I do hope it's 'church trained'.
I'll let you know how it all pans out and if you would like to come along and join us for the event you are most welcome.
Christmas Eve, 7pm at The Bridge Church in Irvine.
Check www.bridge-church.com for more details.
I want to take this opportuntiy to wish you a peaceful, joyous and blessed Christmas.
May Jesus, the Prince of Peace fill your heart with His love which He does on a daily basis, if we let Him.
God bless you,
Nan
This year was no exception. The inn keepers were there in their best dressing gowns, the shepherds with mum's coloured dishtowels on their heads,the angels with dad's white shirt and silver tinsel halos, Mary in her lovely blue curtain, Joseph in his dressing gown and dishtowel and the wise men with their coloured hats. The scene was set and we sang Away in a Manger with gusto. The children brought the readings from the scripture and the nativity was re enacted before our eyes. As always we were entertained. On stepping up to do his reading, wee Jimmy hit his head on the microphone. The scenery backdrops collapsed and wee Jeannie forgot her lines, but oh how we applauded and talked about how it was the best yet.
We always do our church Christmas production on Christmas Eve. This year we decided we would do The Nativity.
Mary and Joseph were chosen, the shepherds, wise men, inn keepers,stable animals and angels were enlisted. No one was left out.
Mary had a problem. She informed her mum that she wasn't going to be Mary and wanted to be an angel.
"Why not?" mum asked.
"I'm no marrying him" was the reply.
She was assured that she didn't have to marry Joseph and it was only for one night she had to be Mary, but still she refused.
Joseph also had a problem. He informed his mum that he wasn't going to be Joseph and he wanted to be one of the wise men.
"Why not?" asked mum.
"She doesn't even like me" was the reply.
His mum assured him that indeed Mary did like him, (That was stretching it a bit) and that it was only for one night but still he refused.
One of the ladies in the church keeps horses and also happens to have a donkey, and yes, we have the donkey as part of our nativity this year. Now when Mary and Joseph were informed that the mode of transport to the stable was a real live donkey their eyes lit up and suddenly they were best buddies.
A very good source told me that Mary, whilst on or in the toilet, was singing "Little Donkey, carry Mary"
Groucho Marks said you should never work with children or animals.
I disagree and look forward to a great nativity production this year.
We have planned that the donkey will drop Mary off at the stable and we hope that is all the donkey will drop off!!
I do hope it's 'church trained'.
I'll let you know how it all pans out and if you would like to come along and join us for the event you are most welcome.
Christmas Eve, 7pm at The Bridge Church in Irvine.
Check www.bridge-church.com for more details.
I want to take this opportuntiy to wish you a peaceful, joyous and blessed Christmas.
May Jesus, the Prince of Peace fill your heart with His love which He does on a daily basis, if we let Him.
God bless you,
Nan
Saturday, 19 December 2009
No 4 Your Children
I didn’t have much patience or forbearance with my children when they were young. As a very young mother (totally unprepared for parenting) I was kept busy with the two boys and our daughter, the baby of the family. I kept a clean and organized home, cooked, all be it not very well and did my best to keep on top of washing and ironing. I won’t go into the methods and machinery I had at my disposal to keep house. That is for another day.
Whether sweet shop or toy shop, I gave the children maximum 10 minutes to pick what they wanted, otherwise they got nothing. “Hurry up, for goodness sake make your mind up,” was my usual instructions to them. Fortunately, our children were easy pleased and didn’t whine about getting their own way all the time. A squeeze of the hand or the ‘wait till I get you out of this shop look’, sorted that out.
We now have 8 grandchildren and it amazes me how my husband and I have totally changed . When we take them into a sweet or toy shop we can spend an hour easy looking at all the different stuff. ‘Take your time’, lets see what’s on the next floor and do you want to try somewhere else?
What makes the difference I asked myself? Self immediately answered the question.
It’s because of the regrets about time not well spent with our children. You get another chance to do it right with the grandchildren. It’s wonderful and you get to enjoy all the great stuff you missed out on the first time round.
Now if you are a young parent, you can make the change now. You don’t need to wait till the second time around to enjoy your children.
A research company did a survey and asked parents what their biggest regret was. It was not that they spent so little time at work but that they spent so little time with their children. You can’t take ‘stuff’ with you when you die. There is no pockets in a shroud! But you can leave precious memories with your family. Make the time and make memories. Even some of our family disaster holidays are the subject of laughter as we look back.
Another reason we have more patience is that as you mature, you mellow.
I am not as intense as I was when I was a young opinionated woman. I know now that I don’t have all the answers and I am not always right. Close mind you, but not always!
I am more gentle, long suffering, forbearing, peaceful and am a better listener.
I was not the best listener with my children. I would listen with one ear when they were telling me something and usually I was doing something at the same time. My mind was on something totally different.
The result was when they needed something for school I would berate them for leaving it to the last minute.
Of course they had informed me in plenty time but I was not listening.
My husband still accuses me of not listening but he forgets to tell me things!
Have you ever had one of those “I told you ages ago” conversations with your husband?
I wonder how many times he has told me and I wasn’t listening, or he really did forget to tell me.
Perhaps we could practice the art of listening, especially to our children and young people. Think of all the wisdom and experience we could pass on to them if we could gain their ear.
To do that we first have to give them our ear.
Life is daily and tomorrow we get the opportunity to do better.
Just a thought. Nan.
Whether sweet shop or toy shop, I gave the children maximum 10 minutes to pick what they wanted, otherwise they got nothing. “Hurry up, for goodness sake make your mind up,” was my usual instructions to them. Fortunately, our children were easy pleased and didn’t whine about getting their own way all the time. A squeeze of the hand or the ‘wait till I get you out of this shop look’, sorted that out.
We now have 8 grandchildren and it amazes me how my husband and I have totally changed . When we take them into a sweet or toy shop we can spend an hour easy looking at all the different stuff. ‘Take your time’, lets see what’s on the next floor and do you want to try somewhere else?
What makes the difference I asked myself? Self immediately answered the question.
It’s because of the regrets about time not well spent with our children. You get another chance to do it right with the grandchildren. It’s wonderful and you get to enjoy all the great stuff you missed out on the first time round.
Now if you are a young parent, you can make the change now. You don’t need to wait till the second time around to enjoy your children.
A research company did a survey and asked parents what their biggest regret was. It was not that they spent so little time at work but that they spent so little time with their children. You can’t take ‘stuff’ with you when you die. There is no pockets in a shroud! But you can leave precious memories with your family. Make the time and make memories. Even some of our family disaster holidays are the subject of laughter as we look back.
Another reason we have more patience is that as you mature, you mellow.
I am not as intense as I was when I was a young opinionated woman. I know now that I don’t have all the answers and I am not always right. Close mind you, but not always!
I am more gentle, long suffering, forbearing, peaceful and am a better listener.
I was not the best listener with my children. I would listen with one ear when they were telling me something and usually I was doing something at the same time. My mind was on something totally different.
The result was when they needed something for school I would berate them for leaving it to the last minute.
Of course they had informed me in plenty time but I was not listening.
My husband still accuses me of not listening but he forgets to tell me things!
Have you ever had one of those “I told you ages ago” conversations with your husband?
I wonder how many times he has told me and I wasn’t listening, or he really did forget to tell me.
Perhaps we could practice the art of listening, especially to our children and young people. Think of all the wisdom and experience we could pass on to them if we could gain their ear.
To do that we first have to give them our ear.
Life is daily and tomorrow we get the opportunity to do better.
Just a thought. Nan.
Sunday, 13 December 2009
No 3 Mistakes
The problem with mistakes is that you have made it! You have either said the wrong thing, done the wrong thing, or whatever it was that you didn’t do right ,now you feel bad about it. Once it’s out there, that’s it. Sometimes I want to cut my tongue out, or maybe even amputate from the neck up! Most of the problems we have are a inch under our nose. How many times have you said, Oh if only I could do it again’? You think we would learn from our mistakes, but that is not the case. I do believe however, that there does come a time when we understand that if we take our time, stay cool and be a wee bit more discerning, we won’t make so many mistakes.
Now if you are one of those people who never make mistakes and always get it right, then you are to be commended. I am not there yet but I am further on from where I used to be. It’s a process which gets better with practice. Don’t beat yourself up every time you make a mistake. Take the experience, learn from it and determine to do better next time. Thankfully, there is a next time and if you admit you were wrong, say sorry, and ask for mercy then hopefully, you will be granted absolution.
There is a principle which governs our lives which many people are unaware of and that is the law of sowing and reaping. Whatever you give out will come back to you. It’s like, treat others the way you want them to treat you. If you forgive people their mistakes against you, then you will get their forgiveness when you get it wrong against them. It works for all of us whether we believe or not, want it or not or think we are immune to it. In my part of the world we say it like this. What goes around, comes around.
It’s no good praying for a crop failure, what you sow is what you reap.
Bearing that in mind I purposely extend love, kindness, compassion goodness, long suffering, forbearance as much as I possibly can, even when it pains me. Now, I am not perfect and I don’t always get it right, but as I said I do as much as I can on purpose. I can say that when I do get it wrong I don’t do it on purpose. Have you ever got something wrong trying to do it right?
Life being so daily and all, we get the opportunity to practice this sowing and reaping law all the time. We can only get better so be encouraged. You are a work in progress. There is a Psalm that says that God will perfect that which concerns us. I truly believe that.
I heard a story once of a minister who was preaching on the scripture ‘There is none perfect, no not one’.
‘Can anyone in this church say they are perfect?‘ he asked the congregation.
A man at the back of the church put his hand up.
‘Are you saying you are perfect?‘ said the minister.
‘No‘ said the man. ‘I’m standing in for my wife’s first husband’.
For , For, For Give! Forgive. It’s a good habit to develop.
Saturday, 12 December 2009
No 2 - to do list!
I awoke this morning to the familiar sound of wind and rain. Well, it’s familiar to this part of the world. I quickly made the decision that I would work from home, a luxury that I am very grateful for and do not take for granted. I am so thankful that I have a nice warm study to work from. I have internet access, the new mobile and a landline. I am contactable and usually have fewer distractions, so I can get a lot more work done. I can then work through my to do list. This list can be found in my filofax, post it notes, my small pukka pad, on the back of opened envelopes and Branflakes packets. Every so often, out of sheer frustration, I will rewrite my to do list on one A4 sheet of paper. This, however causes me to be completely overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of the to do list. How can I, on my own, by myself, with only me to do it all, get through this whole A4 page of things (some of which are very important) to do? Sometimes the list has to be continued on the other side of the page. This can lead to great, and I mean great, trauma! When this takes place I want to offload on someone. Preferably a sympathetic person. One whose gifting would lean towards mercy and grace. You know the kind. You just love to be around them, as they are so comforting. They will offer to help too, which is usually declined but gratefully appreciated.
Now, that certain person may not be available and I have at times offloaded my trauma of the to do list to the wrong kind of person. Like, one of those, ‘well you eat an elephant one bite at a time’ kind of person. ‘So get on with it’ and ‘what’s your problem, and ‘so what do you want me to do about it’ kinda, sorta, person.
I tell myself, ‘self, bite the bullet and get on with it’
I look at the list, and make a start. Starting is 50% of the battle. All of you who have ever made the decision to go on a D--T,(four letter word which can also cause great trauma) know what I mean about starting!
Once I have completed a task I tick it off. Oh what bliss. If you have never ticked off a task I highly recommend it. It is one of the most fulfilling and rewarding experiences. You can also put a line through the completed task as well as a tick. This takes the whole experience to another level which I cannot put into words. You have to experience this for yourself.
Up till now I have not been able to get through my list in a day. Some of the listings have WPB (Will phone back)next to them. Some, LM (Left message) and WOT (Waste of Time). Now there are two things you can do with an unfinished list. You can keep it and start a new one which you staple to the old one, or you can transfer all the unfinished tasks to a new list.
If you do this you will not be able to look at the ticks and the scored through tasks. So think carefully before you make any hasty decisions regarding the old list.
I like to hang on to my old lists for a time as it helps to remind me of what I have achieved on my own, with just me doing it all, by myself and no one to help me.
Today I got through quite a lot of tasks and my to do list is full of ticks. I am a happy person.
If you are feeling a bit overwhelmed by all the tasks you have to get through, I want to share this with you.
I’ve found the recipe for being happy whether full or hungry, hands full or hands empty.
Whatever I have, wherever I am, I can make it through anything in the One who makes me who I am.
Life is so daily but it is wonderful.
Nan
Now, that certain person may not be available and I have at times offloaded my trauma of the to do list to the wrong kind of person. Like, one of those, ‘well you eat an elephant one bite at a time’ kind of person. ‘So get on with it’ and ‘what’s your problem, and ‘so what do you want me to do about it’ kinda, sorta, person.
I tell myself, ‘self, bite the bullet and get on with it’
I look at the list, and make a start. Starting is 50% of the battle. All of you who have ever made the decision to go on a D--T,(four letter word which can also cause great trauma) know what I mean about starting!
Once I have completed a task I tick it off. Oh what bliss. If you have never ticked off a task I highly recommend it. It is one of the most fulfilling and rewarding experiences. You can also put a line through the completed task as well as a tick. This takes the whole experience to another level which I cannot put into words. You have to experience this for yourself.
Up till now I have not been able to get through my list in a day. Some of the listings have WPB (Will phone back)next to them. Some, LM (Left message) and WOT (Waste of Time). Now there are two things you can do with an unfinished list. You can keep it and start a new one which you staple to the old one, or you can transfer all the unfinished tasks to a new list.
If you do this you will not be able to look at the ticks and the scored through tasks. So think carefully before you make any hasty decisions regarding the old list.
I like to hang on to my old lists for a time as it helps to remind me of what I have achieved on my own, with just me doing it all, by myself and no one to help me.
Today I got through quite a lot of tasks and my to do list is full of ticks. I am a happy person.
If you are feeling a bit overwhelmed by all the tasks you have to get through, I want to share this with you.
I’ve found the recipe for being happy whether full or hungry, hands full or hands empty.
Whatever I have, wherever I am, I can make it through anything in the One who makes me who I am.
Life is so daily but it is wonderful.
Nan
No 1 - my first blog
Good day to you. Hope you have had a good one up till now, now being 4pm. Normally I would be chilling on our couch but the rugby is on TV so I thought it expedient to move myself to my study which is warm and quiet. My day has so far been quite eventful. It started with me slipping my foot out from under the duvet to test for coldness. I then placed one foot on the floor which was quickly followed by the other, put on my very warm and thick dressing gown and felt around the floor for my slippers. I got up later than I wanted to but it is Saturday and I had no set appointments so I didn’t feel bad about it. I should have mentioned that when I slip out of bed I peek through the curtains to see what the weather is like. This morning it was dry. Wonderful, I could go for a run. After my porridge, toast and caffeine fix I got my running gear on, braved the elements and headed north for what was to be my normal two miler. Not today it wasn’t. I had a sudden rush of adrenaline to my brian and decided to go the scenic route which added a mile to my run. A lorry driver blew his horn at me, obviously he saw the blonde hair sticking out from under the purple beanie hat but had not observed the mature face attached to the blonde hair. The last mile of the run I had the wind in my face and it started to rain. As is usual on the west coast of Scotland, we are not talking here a light westerly breeze. No, we are talking gale force wind with rain which is soaking and stinging. It was like running up a mountain, but I had no choice. I had to keep going to get home and thankfully the rain stopped. Hubby was finishing his annual before winter tidy up which was late this year because we had been away.
After showering, sorting the face out (mine, not hubby’s) I made a pot of soup for lunch. I always make a big pot as we never know when our family will pop in for a visit. They like to have food along with their visit. This fulfills the granny and mother in me which wants to shove food into their mouths whether they need it or not. This is the most awesome soup and I thought I should share the recipe with you. (I watched the Julie & Julia movie about French cooking on the plane!) This is a very healthy and economical recipe and it takes 25 minutes to cook.
Red Pepper & Lentil Soup.
1 carrot
1 stick of celery
1 small leek
1 onion
Cut into small pieces and add to the pot with a little olive oil and simmer for 4 minutes
1 red pepper. Cut and add to pot. Cook for further 3 minutes
Add a can of chopped tomatoes and salt & pepper to taste
Add 3 pints of stock, either chicken or vegetable.
Add 250 gram of red lentils washed and drained.
Simmer for 25 minutes stirring occasionally and serve with crusty bread.
What a feast!
After the lunch our daughter called us from Glasgow. She was at the Apple Store. Let me clarify this one. I am not talking fruit here but I am talking the BIG A!!! The Apple Computer store to which I am led to believe all the progressive and cool people frequent. Now if you are a ‘PC person’ please don’t be offended. You may be equally cool and progressive but Apple people do have the edge. Yes?
The reason for the call was to do with my saga with my new mobile phone but that is for another day. There is not enough time left in this day for me to relate the chain of events that have robbed me of days, not hours, days of my time. Actually, I believe I can say that I have lost nearly a week on this and would not be exaggerating. The calls to a certain network, just the colour ------ is enough to give me flashbacks, so that’s enough on that for now.
I will have to leave you for now. Some of the family are coming and I will be throwing hamburgers at them. Run of the mill stuff for the grandchildren. (One of whom is patiently waiting for my old mobile phone as soon as I get the new upgrade up and running) Forgive please, as you can see, my traumatic experience with the new phone is still very raw. With time I will get better.
We adults will be feasting on venison burgers which I am told are healthier, being lower in fat! If you are a Bambi lover, again, forgive, I really am not a prolific meat eater and prefer fish. That’s another story for another blog.
I once read part of a book called Chicken Soup for the Soul. I always find that chicken soup can be a wee bit insipid. If I was to write a book about life I would title it Scottish Broth for the Soul. You see Scottish broth has substance. It’s rich, hearty, thick. You could stick a spirtle (A wooden implement used to stir porridge, one end of which has a thistle carving if bought in a tourist shop) in it and it would stay upright.
My life has substance and I hope yours does too. I have actually made a decision about all the aggro with the mobile. I am not going to be stressed out and lose my peace over an inanimate object. I refuse to get angry and upset with people. Sometimes stuff happens which no one has control over. So be happy and lighten up. I do want to bring joy and life to others as much as is possible and while doing that I intend to make the most of my time. It is the one commodity that you can’t get back. Use it well.
There is a Proverb which says, A miserable heart means a miserable life, a cheerful heart fills the day with song.
That’s it about life. It’s so daily, so make the most of it and enjoy.
Nan
After showering, sorting the face out (mine, not hubby’s) I made a pot of soup for lunch. I always make a big pot as we never know when our family will pop in for a visit. They like to have food along with their visit. This fulfills the granny and mother in me which wants to shove food into their mouths whether they need it or not. This is the most awesome soup and I thought I should share the recipe with you. (I watched the Julie & Julia movie about French cooking on the plane!) This is a very healthy and economical recipe and it takes 25 minutes to cook.
Red Pepper & Lentil Soup.
1 carrot
1 stick of celery
1 small leek
1 onion
Cut into small pieces and add to the pot with a little olive oil and simmer for 4 minutes
1 red pepper. Cut and add to pot. Cook for further 3 minutes
Add a can of chopped tomatoes and salt & pepper to taste
Add 3 pints of stock, either chicken or vegetable.
Add 250 gram of red lentils washed and drained.
Simmer for 25 minutes stirring occasionally and serve with crusty bread.
What a feast!
After the lunch our daughter called us from Glasgow. She was at the Apple Store. Let me clarify this one. I am not talking fruit here but I am talking the BIG A!!! The Apple Computer store to which I am led to believe all the progressive and cool people frequent. Now if you are a ‘PC person’ please don’t be offended. You may be equally cool and progressive but Apple people do have the edge. Yes?
The reason for the call was to do with my saga with my new mobile phone but that is for another day. There is not enough time left in this day for me to relate the chain of events that have robbed me of days, not hours, days of my time. Actually, I believe I can say that I have lost nearly a week on this and would not be exaggerating. The calls to a certain network, just the colour ------ is enough to give me flashbacks, so that’s enough on that for now.
I will have to leave you for now. Some of the family are coming and I will be throwing hamburgers at them. Run of the mill stuff for the grandchildren. (One of whom is patiently waiting for my old mobile phone as soon as I get the new upgrade up and running) Forgive please, as you can see, my traumatic experience with the new phone is still very raw. With time I will get better.
We adults will be feasting on venison burgers which I am told are healthier, being lower in fat! If you are a Bambi lover, again, forgive, I really am not a prolific meat eater and prefer fish. That’s another story for another blog.
I once read part of a book called Chicken Soup for the Soul. I always find that chicken soup can be a wee bit insipid. If I was to write a book about life I would title it Scottish Broth for the Soul. You see Scottish broth has substance. It’s rich, hearty, thick. You could stick a spirtle (A wooden implement used to stir porridge, one end of which has a thistle carving if bought in a tourist shop) in it and it would stay upright.
My life has substance and I hope yours does too. I have actually made a decision about all the aggro with the mobile. I am not going to be stressed out and lose my peace over an inanimate object. I refuse to get angry and upset with people. Sometimes stuff happens which no one has control over. So be happy and lighten up. I do want to bring joy and life to others as much as is possible and while doing that I intend to make the most of my time. It is the one commodity that you can’t get back. Use it well.
There is a Proverb which says, A miserable heart means a miserable life, a cheerful heart fills the day with song.
That’s it about life. It’s so daily, so make the most of it and enjoy.
Nan
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