Colouring Winter

I was in the garden today and took a photo of the beautiful Chrysanthemums that are in flower.  I don’t know the name of the variety but they really are so lovely, at this time of year, that I thought you might like to see them:

The larger plant is sharing a pot with the remains of the Autumn flowering Violas, that have since died back.  I find Chrysanthemums are such a stunning plant to brighten the end of the year and they have done well in both a large pot and within a wider bed of plants, at the foot of a climbing Rose that is, itself, now in the depth of its Winter sleep.  It seems the Chrysanthemum in the pot has grown more fully.

While Winter takes hold of our garden, I have taken a few months to gradually plough on with decorating the guest room in our cottage.  My disabilities mean that I have to do this slowly and only within short, planned periods of time and so my regular readers will have seen a few updates on the room and my frustration at having to adapt to working within the confines of my illnesses.

That said, I have found myself enjoying the leisurely pace, of late.  I believe that the key to necessary change is not to go into conflict with it but, instead, to gradually learn to accept limitations.  That in no ways means yielding to them through submission but, instead, learning how ones body works and getting into a rhythm that will work.  This means one can feel more enabled and less disabled.  Here is a snapshot of progress, thus far:


The ceiling and walls are painted and the new curtains are now in place.  The carpet will need replacing, in time, but that is not for now.  We bought this lovely bureau, which is my new ‘work station’, for the main use of the guest room is that it serves as my place of work when I am at home.  This is where I complete my administrative tasks towards my work as a Counsellor, Psychotherapist and Clinical Supervisor and it is where I conduct my client sessions via Skype, when working with those who do not come to see me in person.  The floors in our cottage are somewhat wonky; having been built in the Tudor era.  I’ve had to put coasters under the front legs of the bureau to level things until I can find a better solution; something a little more discreet!

November was a wonderful month, in many respects.  Not least of all because my Partner and I celebrated 20 years together, by getting married on the day of our 20th Anniversary together.  We have been inundated with wonderful messages, gifts and cards from so many friends and family.

Now we have entered December and this is a time in which there is the happiness of festive gatherings and the making of many happy new memories but, also, the sad reminiscences of loved ones who are no longer with us.  Loss is something that has been a big part of my life.  An all too frequent pain, from an early age.  Too many wonderful family members, and friends,  are now gone and, at the (youthful!) age of forty-five years, I feel that I can recount far too many utterly wonderful people that should, surely, still be here.  What I learnt through seeing loved ones fall ill and pass away, and the impact of that on those left behind, was a main factor in my impulse to move into my chosen field of work.  I believe that when you experience the pain of the Human condition, you are compelled to want to help others.  Certainly, that has been my experience.

So, my thoughts are with those who are in some way suffering at what, for many, is the happiest time of year and I urge those that can help others, to find a way to be kind to someone this month or to find a way to contribute helpfully to the well-being of your community.

Our community.


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