Repair …

I enjoyed a restful weekend; I think; the first for several weeks. My weeks are pretty much filled with work paid or otherwise mostly of course ‘enjoyed.’ The weekends filled to the enth degree with tasks; also pretty pleasing. But this weekend I found myself with space to really enjoy some time with my daughter, some precious moments to just be,  to talk without expecting answers or results.To sit in silence. To wander aimlessly.  To laugh out loud. To giggle and weep. To talk drivel. Buy gifts no one in particular. Drink tea.  Eat cake. Not make plans to do it all again.  

Then Sunday I didn’t feel the need to pick up the gauntlet or get back on the treadmill.  I sat in the garden,  The need to get busy did begin to grab me … but somehow did manage not to allow ‘urgency’ to take hold.  I arranged some seeded parsley in a vase, cleaned my boots; I have no urge even to share the evidence of this. Then I repaired a little hot water jug in the Japanese style Kintsugi  … what joy!