Do I need to do this undercover

I started this blog a few months ago as things seemed to be tough and I felt as if I wanted to rev and rave and not be recognised as the odd women in the supermarket having a rant.  Things don't seem so tough anymore and I wonder whether I should return to my other blog.  The funny thing is no one reads this anyway, so it doesn't matter.

I worked with a client today, asking them about yesterday and what their ideal day would be if they could be in charge of it tomorrow.  In my own reflection, I realised that I lived an ideal day today.

I sent my daughter off to school, walked the dog along the beach to our local tidal pool; joined the locals in a couple of lengths; had a coffee (not the best, but a coffee anyway); sat on my porch and finished reading an incredible book by Niall Williams - Boy and Man; was overwhelmed by the connectedness of God in all our lives; worked with a client who had some revelations about her 'stuckness'; took the train to fetch my daughter to school (which started off as an adventure, but ended up being a 2 hour hack - only to be used in moments of emergency!); had a glass of wine and dinner on the porch overlooking Kalk Bay harbour.

Daily thanks

Today was a good day. I have much to be grateful for.
A friend and I decided to have a meeting in God's office and sat by the edge of a river in the shade while our girls paddled, caught tadpoles and snacked with enthusiasm.  It was a good day at the office.
Another friend was hi-jacked (which is not what I'm grateful for), but I'm grateful for his friends who rallied round to provide phones, cars, lifts, support, friendship.
I put aside my mac, which I do very reluctantly during work hours, and played cards with my daughter, watered my vege garden and had tea.
I ate sweet mange tout straight off the vine.
Today was a good day.

Today was a good day

I took my daughter for an extended picnic, played stuck in the mud with her and a friend and just did 'mom' stuff.  No pressure to work, earn any cash, tidy the house or any middle class suburbia stuff.

We're moving at the end of the month - to Kalk Bay.  All my insecurities that are supported by middle-class suburbia are raised.  Commuting, being away from my community, living in an eclectic village.  My delights though are the view of the harbour from the porch and office, the view of the mountain from the back yard; coffee and almond croissants at the Olympia Bakery; our boat 'garaged' right in the harbour mouth, just across the street; community all tucked up together in this beautiful little bay, fringed by bobbing fishing boats.

When we get something that we have been longing for, why do we wonder about it and question the gift?