One good thing to come out of Lockdown experiences is the way it focuses the mind on small things…usually moments of experience which alight on me like a snowflake or a blessing.
When my daughter quietly sits a cup of tea next to me as I’m knitting…
When my daughter, who I haven’t hugged for ages, stands back to let me hug her children…
When my son-in-law sends me a picture of my daughter and the bairns out walking in the fresh air…
When I can listen to Holst’s ‘Venus’ and hear the last two notes…
When the bin men wave to me in the morning…
When someone trusts me enough to share their sadness with me…
When I have a text from my nephews and nieces saying they love me…
When my sons, who know how to make me smile, make me smile…
When, in the dark morning, where I can hear nothing without my hearing aids, I lie in bed and watch my husband give me his good morning wave…
When I open a card and see love from someone who has bothered to write…
When I hear starlings whistle in the supermarket trolley park…
When my daughter’s shamrock plant begins to throw up new shoots…
When I see the blackbird on the lawn…
When the bulbs I planted start to shoot upwards in the garden…
When the camellia buds tell me winter doesn’t worry them…
When neighbours wave as they pass…
When my fingers ache as if I’ve been building a snowman…
When I can go to a website and feel closer to my family…
When I see Fr. Phil minister Mass on his own…
December 9th 2020
