The last week or two have stretched liked a desert of glum, uninspiring defeatism . I’ve felt very annoyed at my return to a less than upwardly positive state but then all things considered it’s not really a surprise.
First ,a less than good week for Tink at school, he struggled to settle after the internal exclusion and my worries for his future years in education have been plaguing my thoughts, again.
Then there was the late night, no scrap that, all night Kindle playing from Stig, made all more catastrophic with a quick history check. Porn, yes porn, it nearly had my eyes out ,but realistically I was left feeling bereft for my sons innocence and racked with guilt that I had not protected him from these images. For about 24 hours I truly felt heart broken.
And then Mr H, struggling through work and home life with the weight of a dark, conspiring, unkind world on his shoulders. The depth of his despair has also been heart breaking and we’ve (family) had to take action. Hopefully we are about to start making things better for him, he so deserves a happier heart.
So really it’s not a surprise my head has been finding it hard to hold on to the optimism which had blossomed. However in this relentless desert I found an oasis, a little corner of creativity that reminded me of me. It was the wonder which is Well Dressing. I wont tell you lots about it, I’ve done that before, however, I will say that it saved me last week. Amongst friends, creating beautiful designs depicting the life and works of Shakespeare (this years theme) from petals, leaves and all sorts of natural paraphernalia. I loved every moment it, and this year I brought along my mum, and she loved it too. So enjoy the finished works of our great community.
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