Seriously. I know, I know. I have to get back on the blogging horse. I have no excuse.
This is me trying to break the habit of not blogging.
I know some people want to hear about the twins and I'll post about that soon, but not now. Suffice to say it could not have gone better. It was the best holiday ever and the girls got on brilliantly as did the adults. We're so very lucky to have new family that really feels like family. I suppose it's easy for it to be easy at this point, while the girls have no real understanding of their situation, but it really was. D and E, we love you.
As for the new home ohmygodIloveitsomuchIcouldburst. Again, more details later but I'm on a permanent high from being surrounded by so much life and beauty. It's hard to explain without sounding saccharin-sweet but I will try and I will post photos.
We're just beginning to find our new rhythm as we settle in. On Saturday I finally unpacked the last box and worked hard to get the house and our stuff looking good. And oh how I love this little cottage, its white walls and light rooms and low ceilings and sloping floors.
All the life plans I had before we moved still stand but now I find that their potential has grown and I'm only just getting my brain back into the harness and ready to get to work. Suddenly anything seems possible.
Meanwhile I'm finding it hard to stay indoors. With so much space around me, as much as I adore our new home, I'm constantly pulled to be outside. The amazing bird life, the sound of the reed bed rustling in the breeze, the movement of the trees as they whisper to each other, the sheep and the grazing horses.... Sigh.
Yesterday I had one of the the closest things to a religious experience that I've ever had. I walked the dogs down to a nearby field across which runs an old avenue of oaks. Only about a dozen trees in total - six on each side - but they're old and impressive. The sun had come back and was casting long shadows across the grass and landing on the 5 bar gate beyond the trees. Just above the long grass swooped what seemed like hundreds of swallows. In fact there was about 50 of them, all circling, feeding, shimmering in the sun. I stood away from the scene, not wanting to disturb them and watched the dogs trot in, sniffing around and becoming part of the picture. So I walked in too. The swallows stayed; spiralling around me often at only arm's length.
The energy, the life, the spectacle of it made me feel almost dizzy. It was like inhaling pure oxygen. I stood there for maybe 15 minutes on a high. A high that is still with me. I topped it up at 6am this morning by walking across the dewy fields with my dogs, watching a kingfisher fly alongside me and a huge heron leap into the air as I walked past his vantage point next to the stream.
So I'm letting my mind, my body and my spirit settle into living with this constant injection of bliss before I move forward and develop some practical output because develop it I must! We have to stay here so we have to earn.
I'm managing Twitter - nice and short, love Twitter. I'm way behind with my emails and will probably never get round to replying to them or your lovely comments on here. Sorry. Hopefully now this is up and done I won't feel like there's some monster lurking in my Typepad account.
Finally, please send good juju for my camera's battery charger. Until I find it there will be no pictures. Thanks. You're wonderful.
