Living It

I am sitting here wanting to write but not really sure where to start. This year has been a roller coaster of emotion. It's just over a month since my mum died and even in writing that I realise that up until now my more favoured terminology has been that she has passed away. There is something gentle in saying passed away but the word died is just a bit more stark and finite. Losing someone who has been so defining in your life is always hard but there is something about a parent and the last parent that is something different. I have a large family, lots of aunts and uncles. (Although rather depleted now..) but losing a parent is something different. I entitled this Back to my roots. Why I hear you say? Well I have written since I was a teenager. All that teenage angst and some got written either in a diary or as a poem. How else do you think an introvert does things? Some people I know will be thinking an introvert, really? Oh yes my friend, really. Well why write on...

Christian festival time. I am just back from C.L.A.N. - Christians linked across the Nation. A new wine scotland event. In one sense it was a true Holiday or "Holy" day as we took time off as a family to reflect on our Saviour. A week of great teaching, great stuff for kids and time to unwind with friends. Tired but refreshed is one way to describe it. We have taken a bit of time to be polished and honed. My eldest has soaked in more about God and loved the holiday at the same time. It's great to see so many people from different denominations just worshiping in Spirit and Truth.