the colour of the walls


It’s the end of a long day. Nothing out of the ordinary happened, and certainly not unusual to have a long day. But there it is, I am at the end of a long day. All I want to do is escape into an episode of the West Wing, but something stops me, I think I need to write. I realized this afternoon that having been in my new home for two weeks, I hadn’t noticed that the colour of my walls and doors were a pale mushroom colour.

In the stresses of transition I can get driven. The last few weeks have been about hitting the road running, being functional and efficient in a new setting – it’s something I have become quite good at. The thing is I have been so busy getting things done and reaching out to those in my care both here and overseas, that I haven’t known how to stop and reach out to myself. In doing the right thing, I have forgotten to welcome myself home. I didn’t even notice the beautiful spiders web on by bedroom curtain… or that the walls were a pale mushroom colour.

Now that I have noticed myself, I wonder if life will be a bit different? I actually enjoy life, and if I bring myself into more of each day, I think I might find a bit more joy… and strength…. and rest. I wonder?

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2 thoughts on “the colour of the walls

  1. Di Adams says:

    Finding more joy….strength….rest are essential for our survival. In the midst of your responsibilities and busy life, don’t put them on the backburner.

  2. pray for me Di! i’m still not getting it quite right, but they say awareness is the first step to change, hey? i’m enjoying a day off and my flowers, so that’s a start i guess!!

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