I saw a woodpecker today – feeding on the suet balls that someone had hung on a tree outside my caravan. I didn’t believe it at first but he kept coming back. It’s hard to explain or even know why this made me so happy and excited. The last time I saw one was years ago when I lived in the country – four woodpeckers – mum, dad and two babies – pecking at the grass. And then there was a squirrel 🐿 hanging upside down trying to get at the feeders. Of course, I have seen plenty of these in the last few years at the park. Was still exciting to see it from my settee though! I wouldn’t even have noticed these things a few days ago!
Concentrating on my work properly today – catching up on emails and ticking a couple of things off my to do list. Arranging long over due meetings. And a trip around the supermarket with my daughter – doing a proper shop; a planned shop. Not just a supermarket dash type affair for a few random things. A leisurely shower. Managing to read a chapter of a book without falling asleep.
I feel as if I am slowly escaping the stress of the past few weeks. I am still tired. I still ache. The bruise on my ribs from where I fell off off the chair I was standing on is still in evidence – and hurts. But I have experienced some normal.
And I love this life. The caravan needs some tweaks (decking outside to prevent a very naughty, speedy little Pretzel from escaping, a bigger fridge freezer, better beds for my girls…) but it is home. My daughters still need chance to get used to it – the smallness of the bedrooms and the eccentricities of the shower.
So I can see a few more days adjusting, trying to catch up on sleep and then I can continue my journey properly. Of course, this has all been part of my journey but now I can be more intentional again.
The joys of normality and space.