It’s about a year since I last posted. Ooops.
So I’m a university student, a sister and a reader in training. It’s a bit of a juggle, and there are days when it’s not easy, but most of the time it’s OK. Right now I have two assignments due quite close together, the first one for readers and the second for uni. It’s a BA in Primary Education that comes with qualified teacher status, as one module in each year is time spent in schools on teaching practice/placement tasks.
I’m still running, still knitting, still crocheting. These help keep me sane when things start getting a bit much. I’m really glad that there are three weeks away from uni right now because I don’t think I could juggle Holy Week and classes. That would be more than I could cope with. I’ve also discovered colouring mandalas via Pinterest, which are wonderful to do with the pack of sharpies I got back in October (they were seriously reduced and I also got student discount otherwise I’d not have bought them).
As well as the fire at Notre Dame yesterday, there was a fire at the principle Mosque in Jerusalem. There have been three churches in the USA notable for their congregations being made up of people of colour who have been targeted by arsonists recently too. Not all of these are related, but the way that the media has reacted to the events is notable. There’s almost nothing in the mainstream UK news about Jerusalem.
All the pictures on Twitter on Sunday from assorted places of worship with their donkeys in procession for Palm Sunday made me miss the donkeys the order used to look after back in Whitby. They were rehomed three years ago, but I still miss them. At least that experience made for a good starting point when I preached my first sermon on Sunday morning. Jesus hops on that donkey as though the wee thing was a bicycle and it doesn’t freak out. That is definitely a miracle.
My mental health situation is mostly balanced at the moment, but the previous few months have had some very hard times, for a wide variety of reasons. I keep on plodding on, and somehow manage to get out of bed even on the days when I’d really rather not. Not sure how I do that, but it keeps on happening so I’m just going to run with it. (Perhaps it’s just that it’s easier to get up and go to morning prayer than to have a discussion about my mental state?)
Listening to the radio the other day, they played a song that reminds me of being a kid. So I’ll leave it here to end with, because it’s cheery if nothing else!