A friend is someone who you feel comfortable falling asleep on … and today I took about a 2 hr nap (unexpectedly) sitting upright on the sofa at my friend’s house – east of Helsinki. I hope I didn’t fall asleep in the middle of discussing something important - but even if I did I know I am forgiven. Good friends do that.
I haven’t blogged much recently and I’ve beenwondering why that is. I think an easy answer would be that I have nothing much to say or write about, but perhaps more accurate diagnosis might be that much of what’s going on between these ears isn’t really blogging material.
I’ve been reading a lot -and that feels really good. For the first three weeks back in Finland I read novels. Firstly the Millenium trilogy (which I’ve already posted about) and then a rather boring novel which perhaps normally I would have simply discarded but somehow I got caught up in the ‘I really ought to finish this’ which I did -but frankly it wasn’t worth it.
And then finally at the weekend I was able to pick up a book by a Christian author – Jen Hatmaker. I love that name. My friend Nel in England had recommended her as an author -and I really enjoyed reading (and thinking about) what she shared in Interrupted, (I’ll blog about that later) and that has led me to picking up Shane Claiborne’s Irresistable Revolution once again. I heard that he’d been a keynote speaker here in Finland in the Spring (at Jakobstad of all places) and that he’ll be at Greenbelt in England next month. Seems to me that I’m so very often in the wrong place at the wrong time .. but luckily I have good friends who shared goodnews with me (insert smiley face here!)
When I was a young girl I used to go horseback riding. I got thrown a couple of times and decided it wasn’t for me. And I hung around the stables again a bit 15 years ago when DD was small and had lessons – but today I got to see my friend’s daughter put their horse through its paces … and at the stables were two tiny Shetland pony foals (both about 1 month old) which were lovely. (Hopefully I’ll post a photo over at eyesoffaith soon) Didn’t make me want to pick up riding again though.
I’m not really sure what I do want to do. Again the reality is that this is a season of doors being closed. I feel I ought to hate it – but actually maybe it’s not so bad after all. I don’t know what the autumn holds – and learning to live in that tension – that adventure of nothing planned – is perhaps exactly where God needs me to be. For now I’m just living the summer – irratic weather this year. Tomorrow night DD comes home from Italy for a month – she’ll be gadding about, but part of the coming weeks will be helping prepare for her next adventure, and preparing ourselves to let her go ‘officially’.
She went to Italy this time last year as an aupair for a year – a sort of gapyear adventure. Somehow I knew she’d stay but when I wave goodbye in late August it will be the beginning of another chapter in her life – another stepping through a door that has opened for her, and I’m so glad for her.
When I saw her in Italy in March I recognised that she was like a little seedling which had been transplated into new and fertile soil. She’d blossomed and grown – become very Italian and full of life. Part of parenting is embracing that change – and another is falling asleep sitting up …