It was the best of times, it was the worst of times….

‘It was the best of times, it was the worst of times’ from Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens is rather apt lately. Listening to friends’ stories it is happening in a fair few lives at the moment and folk are coping as best they can.

I am very aware though that I will do myself every kind of favour if I focus on the good things that are appearing right now. The trouble, strife, stress and challenges are all there but I will only give them unnecessary energy if I dwell on them.

Last Saturday Em and I went to a very happy house warming for a close friend and her children. Her house and garden were full of love and laughter (and much giggling – you know who you are……x) and it was a special moment to see them start their new life surrounded by us all.

My Magic Elf and I started the week by travelling ‘Up North’ with some of our children to visit my lovely family and spend time cuddling my brother and honorary sister’s new baby son, who is simply gorgeous. Time spent in each other’s company is precious as it doesn’t happen often.

It was the last night of the fourth run on our psychic development course this week and we are all so close as a group that we are going to take a break of one week and join together again for another six week run. There have been so many developments from this course that it has been pivotal for me and many others.

Our garden was full of happy voices and much laughter today as two little ones spent hours playing in a bright pink flower shaped paddling pool; squeals of delight when we discovered this paddling pool on sale in the shop today. I think happy children make some of the best sounds in the world. When I told the girls I would be writing about our happy day tonight, they asked if I would be doing this on the ‘Pooter’…I love them x

I watered the garden tonight and my thoughts wandered to how different it will look by the end of this month. My Magic Elf’s eldest son is coming to live with us so he can attend college near here and he comes with his own collection of living creatures. A corner of the garden will become an aviary for his range of Australasian parakeets. The pond is being re-vamped as his ducks have been donated to me (love at first sight on my part) and I have now been told that they are Butterscotch Call ducks and yes, they are that colour. We will have at least six Cream Legbar chickens and my Magic Elf is constructing a great duck house and hen house especially for them all. Father and son are very creative and I have various metalwork and wooden structures being planned for the garden and a re-vamped patio/eating area in on their mental drawing board.

Tonight I walked the boys and watched the sunset which tinged all the cloud edges a brilliant deep pink; it was beautiful. One of my closest friends and I see things as colour and one of our favourites is deep pink, so tonight I watched our ‘boys’ running around with joy and I thought of the deep pink running through my life right now:

My Em’s contentment with her life and happy anticipation for her college course,
The love and support coming from my Magic Elf who ‘gets’ me,
Enriching changes in our family unit,
New projects having energy breathed into them,
A different sunrise that holds hope.

2 Responses to “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times….”

  1. 1 lindseypresnell August 3, 2011 at 10:04 pm

    This caught my eye in Tag Surfer. A Tale of Two Cities is my favorite book and I loved how you tied the first chapter into your post and related it to your life. Staying focused on the “best” is truly doing ourselves a favor. 🙂


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