Day three of the blogging challenge for November.
I came across this when I was looking for something else, as so often happens: I found it years ago on Kathryns’ blog. I had it pined up on my notice board for a while – to help with perspective when my congregation was going through a difficult time with their buildings (we eventually had to move out, and spent two years sharing with our Episcopal neighbours, until we negotiated a union with another congregation).
So today I share the 10 Commandments for reducing stress.
1. Thou shalt not be perfect, or even try.
2. Thou shalt not try to be all things to all people.
3. Thou shalt leave undone things that ought to be done.
4. Thou shalt not spread thyself too thin.
5. Thou shalt learn to say No.
6. Thou shalt schedule time for thyself and for thy support network.
7. Thou shalt switch off and do nothing regularly.
8. Thou shalt be boring, inelegant, untidy and unattractive at times.
9. Thou shalt not feel guilty.
10. Thou shalt very definitely not be thine own worst enemy, but thine own best friend.
Nothing says relaxation more than our cat!
Another lovely picture of Ailsa Craig today, taken by Brian Johnstone. This one is called (appropriately) “chip off the old block”.
“May every sunrise
bring you hope.
May every sunset
bring you peace”
My favourite stone “stack” picture, taken by my brother Mike. The picture is of Ardmalin, Donegal, Ireland.
Got this yesterday, to rediscover my inner artist and to help me unwind. And it seems to fit with this poem called Colour, by Christina Rossetti.
What is pink? a rose is pink
By a fountain’s brink.
What is red? a poppy’s red
In its barley bed.
What is blue? the sky is blue
Where the clouds float thro’.
What is white? a swan is white
Sailing in the light.
What is yellow? pears are yellow,
Rich and ripe and mellow.
What is green? the grass is green,
With small flowers between.
What is violet? clouds are violet
In the summer twilight.
What is orange? Why, an orange,
Just an orange!
If I could sleep through Mondays, then that would be just bliss!
Then Mondays wouldn’t have happened, I’d have given them a miss!
let it go – the
smashed word broken
open vow or
the oath cracked length
wise – let it go it
was sworn to
let them go – the
truthful liars and
the false fair friends
and the boths and
neithers – you must let them go they
let all go – the
big small middling
tall bigger really
the biggest and all
things – let all go
so comes love
~ e. e. cummings ~
(Complete Poems 1904-1962)
A perceptive wee poem from ee cummings.
It is not always easy to let some things (or some people) go.
We hold on to the hurts and the disappointments (big and small)… and we do this this at the expense of love.
It has been a very difficult year.
I am always a little wary of blogging about personal stuff (mine or that relating to my congregation) which is probably why there have been so few blog posts over the past year or so.
It has been another year in limbo with our building and 18 months spent as guests in someone else’s space.
And a year in which ongoing problems with my voice have caused me to question myself and my calling.
It has been a difficult journey and now there is light breaking into darkness.
A quote from Joan Chittister has been buzzing around my mind of late.
It is about holding on to hope and to all those small acts of will which can eventually transform darkness into light.
“Hope is not a denial of reality. But it is also not some kind of spiritual elixir. It is not a placebo infused out of nowhere. Hope is a series of small actions that transform darkness into light. It is putting one foot in front of the other when we can find no reason to do so at all”.
In the darkest night
it is not possible to believe
that light will come.
Because light has come before,
doesn’t mean it will again.
Hold faith tonight
for those who see the darkness
stretch before them –
who know no other truth than that –
whose barren-ness prevails,
who are buffeted by despair,
who cannot breathe for fear.
Join your prayer to God’s:
let there be light.
From Cheryl at holdthisspace
“It has to be dark for the stars to appear” (unknown)
(Picture: Bill Watterson’s Calvin and Hobbes)