Last week, in the middle of the night, Neil was suddenly, inexplicably stricken with the worst headache he'd ever had. It was instant onset, and followed by vomiting. For this reason, he was rushed into hospital, but it never came to much and they decided he was ok, without so much as a scan.
Like my own health scare a few months back, this has made us think and talk, which can only be a good thing.
It has always been our hearts' desire, and our honest understanding of God's call on our life, to live simply, to the point of off grid if necessary. To hold space for the land, to honour a covenant.
We have turned our dreams into chores, and thus have we marched upon them in muddy boots, but they are our dreams, and on dreams, as we all know, we should tread softly.
The time now is to take joy. In an instant, one evening, while hurriedly doing the chore of shutting up these darlings ...
... we suddenly decided to turn it into the great joy of spending time together, at dusk on a summers evening, enjoying the company of our beloved goats. Everything lifted.
We can do this. We can take the mundane and make it a hymn of praise. We can delight in our hours, how ever many, however few.
Today, at lunchtime, I rapidly peeled down a courgette from the polytunnel into 'courgette pasta' and steamed it in butter with a fresh egg from the rescued hens. It was sublime.
as I work, during the day, I pluck tomatoes and munch on them, their sun warmed sweetness, makes me smile.
I am blessed beyond measure that all of these things, we can share, in love, regardless of the outside world. We could live off grid if we needed to. To that end, we have decided to redouble our efforts to fit out the caravan at the field, in order that on long summer days, and inhospitable winter nights, we will have a safe shelter where we belong.
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