An escape to Lake MacIntyre

When you're hubby goes out to get ONE thing from the shops and comes back an hour and a half later, you don't let it stew and fester. Sure you call him names under your breath and wonder why you never get to do the same. This is a common occurrence and happened on Sunday.

When he returned I put tea in the oven, grabbed my keys and camera and announced I'd be back in a while as I rushed out the door. I needed to get out of the house on my own. It was my turn.

I headed to Lake MacIntyre. Not the most exciting to escape to. Not as exciting as heading to a friends house for wine, or down the shops (to buy wine).

It was good though. Time to stop and notice stuff, be with my own thoughts. I had to remind myself to take my time and that I didn't need to rush. All was good and there is no guilt in spending time with me. For me. I don't demand it enough.

Footprints in the sand

I love this poem, I have a copy on my fridge. I am not overly religious, although I was bought up and baptised catholic and all of my schooling was at catholic schools. I absolutely adored the nuns of St Joseph when I was a kid. They taught me so much about being a compassionate and tolerant person. I have my faith, but am over going to church and all that other stuff. I do appreciate my churchy upbringing in that I learned that God is there to turn to when things get rough, someone to listen when I need to talk. Someone to carry me through the hard times.

I found this song while googling Footprints in the sand. The images are confronting, heart breaking, it reminds me just how small my problems are.

It puts the craziness that goes on for Christmas, in perspective. There are so many people in need, so many innocent children suffering. I am overwhelmed.