Long in the tooth?

I noticed recently Mr Flower and I have both taken to sitting down on the edge of the bath whilst cleaning our teeth, does this mean we're taking a more chilled approach to life or we're just getting old?

Washing on the line

Washing on the line 3
Originally uploaded by redhairedpixie

Hanging Out the Clothes - Gunilla Norris

As I hang up the clothes let me think
about what it means to be "on the line"
It may not be about courage or bravery
or intention. It may not be about social action,
good works or justice. It may be
something before that, something much earlier
more simple and humbling.

It may just be clinging for dear life.

I pin these wet clothes to the line...
an image of joining, of clinging to something.
If I really know that You are my lifeline
then to cling to You is my primary business.

There are so many spiritual traps
if i am the one who puts me on the line.
Instead, let me be simpler, let me just cling to You.

Then all other lines in my life fall in place:
the line of duty, the line of business
the line of poetry, the firing line.
Please help me to cling so tenaciously
that I find myself in line with You -
aired out and shaken.

Routine

It's been a disquieting start to 2008, which is probably why I haven't blogged till now. After a period of much doing, relating, change and talking it's seemed necessary just to stop, listen, watch and feel.

It's been interesting to notice what things bring peace, comfort and joy and the routine of 'being home' is definitely one of those. Wicked et al bought me the book of the same name for my birthday. It's full of meditations on daily chores and fits right in with my life-long quest to find God in the ordinary.

Today it was windy and bright enough to put washing on the line and have it really dry, the breath of fresh air that the laundry's getting feels like a breath of fresh air for life and I'm starting to breathe it in.

Spring has sprung

Anemone blanda
Originally uploaded by multiflora

Last Easter, Auntie Flower gave us a little pink basket containing an anemone blanda, it was very pretty and in due course I popped it under the holly tree in the garden and forgot about it.

They are now all over the this shallow and somewhat problematic end bed and are the sweetest flowers ever! In the sun they stretch out their petals and tip their faces to the sun, as the light fades or when rain comes they fold them self up tight to weather the storm.

Ok, Ok... I hear ya!

The following comment by Tom made me laugh so much I decided it deserved a space of it's own and would maybe, along with all the other comments and fears the Royal Society for the Protection of Blogs might be after me, get me blogging again...no promises tho ;-)

Tom: Hello Lillies Blog...

Blog: Hello T-Dog! Whats up?

Tom: Well aren't you lonely and feeling bereft of Lillie's knowledge - I mean she posted nearly every day in December!

Blog: I know, and I was so happy, my page was filled with so many wise words. But now I feel empty and alone.

Tom: I hear she blogs on www.schoolswork.co.uk

Blog: She does?!

Tom: Yes little blog. It appears she may have abandoned you and her loyal readers

Blog: What shall we do Mr Tom

Tom: Only thing we can Mr Blog. Cry and wail until she hears...

Tom & Blog: LLLLLLIIIIIIIILLLLLLLIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE