New Year means a fresh setup for my desk.
This is where I like to sit each morning and ponder the day before me; the place I stop still and just be...
My K-Mart diary was only a few dollars and I love it's simplicity.
If I were to buy a fancy diary with dividers and compartments for this, that and the other, I'm sure I'd lose the calm and rhythm of ordinary days. I need calm. I need rhythm. I love ordinary days.
This little tray of test-tubes was a gift from Blossom.
I found a pretty bunch of never-will-die-or-dry-out hydrangeas for half price before Christmas and when I opened my present from Bloss their future home was secured.
As a compliment in good faith to yellow (read here) my every morning tea cup sports a yellow rose and sits upon a sweet orphan saucer discovered many moons ago at the Sunday markets. It too celebrates a splash of yellow betwixt red and green.
January's reading list is close at hand.
Of course, once a cover is lifted and delicious pages spread before me, a second cup of tea is required.
I'll let you in on the purposeful plan I made last Monday morning.
Each Sunday evening the desk must be tidied.
Any clutter accumulated over the weekend will be removed and the desk will be dusted; made ready and inviting for my first Monday cup of tea and very-important-pondering-time.
Alas, first weekend of the new plan and life stepped in.
Not in bad way.
In a really nice way, actually.
Blossom and Ross came Sunday evening for dinner, you see. which meant everything on the dining table was relocated to my desk so we could sup on corned beef, mashed potato, carrots, snow peas, fresh baked focaccia and rich mustard sauce.
It was delicious - the food and the chatter and the family together.
Dessert was rather scrummy too - lemon meringue...
After my darling duo waved goodbye and the dishes were washed, Mr E and I caught the tennis final on telly and made plans for a larger family dinner on Wednesday.
It was late by then, so time for bed and a jolly good eight hours snooze time.
Which meant I woke to this.
In the big scheme of things, though, it's really no big deal.
Ten minutes and order will be restored to my desk and I'll forget the disarray of Monday morning.
But the memories of a family dinner with people I love?
They will last for quite a while.
Have a wonderful week, okay?!
Don't sweat the small stuff.
Love people completely.
Be kind to yourself.
Trust God with the heavy stuff.