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All Things Bright and Beautiful - © John Rutter
I woke this morning to a sunny day - a bright and beautiful day - Wednesday mid week and 93 weeks for me post transplant. I was up before daylight and watched the moon for a little while and was filled with wonder at the stars so bright in my sky. I took coffee outside and just sat and enjoyed the velvet darkness and the diamonds in my sky.
It occurred to me that it was bright and beautiful and I thought of this Sunday School hymn and I share it with you in the hope that it evokes memory for you and gives you an increased awareness of the beauty all around you.
I had a busy morning - I got to the bank and post office and also some shopping. I got a new telephone for the bedroom and was glad to come home and sort through my spoils. I had collected two parcels from the Post Office - one was some beads I had bought on line and the other was a package from USA with Donate Life wrist bands and Donate Life badges in it. There is a puzzle here because I cannot read the name of the person who sent these so I have no idea who my gift angel was. Whoever you are, if you are reading this - you will know who you are and please also know that I am very grateful for the gift. Very grateful to be thought of in this way.
Today is 93 weeks since my transplant and I am very aware of the time that has passed for me and I think of my Donor family because for them it represents an anniversary of a very different kind. I hope that the grief they are feeling at their loss is somehow eased by knowing how well I am doing and how grateful I am.
Christmas has arrived in our shopping centres and it all looks very pretty - bright coloured lights and pretty things - I bought a little tiny ceramic Christmas tree for my desk. I know I don't need it - but it is a Christmas tree and will fit very well with the rest of my Christmas forest.
All Things Bright and Beautiful - © John Rutter
I woke this morning to a sunny day - a bright and beautiful day - Wednesday mid week and 93 weeks for me post transplant. I was up before daylight and watched the moon for a little while and was filled with wonder at the stars so bright in my sky. I took coffee outside and just sat and enjoyed the velvet darkness and the diamonds in my sky.
It occurred to me that it was bright and beautiful and I thought of this Sunday School hymn and I share it with you in the hope that it evokes memory for you and gives you an increased awareness of the beauty all around you.
I had a busy morning - I got to the bank and post office and also some shopping. I got a new telephone for the bedroom and was glad to come home and sort through my spoils. I had collected two parcels from the Post Office - one was some beads I had bought on line and the other was a package from USA with Donate Life wrist bands and Donate Life badges in it. There is a puzzle here because I cannot read the name of the person who sent these so I have no idea who my gift angel was. Whoever you are, if you are reading this - you will know who you are and please also know that I am very grateful for the gift. Very grateful to be thought of in this way.
Today is 93 weeks since my transplant and I am very aware of the time that has passed for me and I think of my Donor family because for them it represents an anniversary of a very different kind. I hope that the grief they are feeling at their loss is somehow eased by knowing how well I am doing and how grateful I am.
Christmas has arrived in our shopping centres and it all looks very pretty - bright coloured lights and pretty things - I bought a little tiny ceramic Christmas tree for my desk. I know I don't need it - but it is a Christmas tree and will fit very well with the rest of my Christmas forest.
1 comment:
Hi and good morning! I dont always post but you know Im out there, you amaze me with all your delightful bloggs.. I love your little tree I am getting into the christmas tree mind set as well. And cruzing around some of the amazing bloggs out there have a happy healthy week.
Hugs Diane Louise
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