Well, what have I done to celebrate life this week then?? I have to confess that my mood has been anything but celebratory when I look out the window in the mornings and see yet more snow piled on my car, driveway and the whole entire world. Snow in the Alps is one thing. Snow at home is totally another.
I can celebrate the thought that all those horrible bug things will not be about to devour my garden come spring or summer time. I hope. This cold should finish them off. By the way, can anyone tell my why birds don't freeze?
I celebrate the beauty of the snow in the fields (that is entirely different to snow on top of my car, of course).
And I celebrate the friendships I have, and the friends who have called to ask if I need anything, instead of having to venture out myself. Thoughtfulness is such a blessing.
I celebrate the joy of learning a new skill too. I am churning out little flowers at the moment. I have no idea what I am going to do with them, but it is such fun!
I am celebrating the fact that I have dealt with the current paperwork. For now. Living life to the full does not include periods of ostrich-like behaviour. Groan.
I am celebrating the last few days I have with David home. He should be going back to uni this weekend, but the weather....... Having one of my children around is a reminder that I am still a Mum.
And I celebrate the opportunity to spend time with friends. To skype with friends. To write to friends.
To be able to read, to be transported by words on a page. The smell of baking bread, stew bubbling away, apple spice candles burning in the lounge. Smells of home. The sight of the candles flickering, the sounds of the music playing on my ipod, the voices of my children, whether in reality or on skype or the phone. The little one laughing. The taste of fresh clementines, and of home-made cookies. The feel of the warm jumper I am wearing, and the feeling of achievement I had when I made those wristwarmers. Not to mention the snowflakes and the flowers......
You know, when I started this post, I was battling to think of things to celebrate. Nothing leapt out and shrieked "choose me!!" This, then, is why having a word to focus on for the year is so good. As I started thinking and writing, so much came to mind and ironically, I would never have realised, if I had not started focussing on the word, and what it actually meant to me. I could carry on all evening.
Each Saturday, I want to remind myself of the things I have celebrated during the week. It changes one's perspective!