I love the 23rd Psalm.
I love the visualisation of 'still waters' and 'restoring my soul'.
When I arrived home from Melbourne late Monday, my soul was empty.
You see, it's been many years since I engaged in such a large social event, and though I did not go shopping with the other girls on the Friday and Saturday (those days were quietly spent with a good friend, and my grandsons) in order to save my energy reserves for the wonderful and energetic Sunday stitching day, my issues with adrenalin depletion came to the forefront during the second of two flights home the next day.I'd actually forgotten I react like this after times of high emotional energy and physical exertion. I should have gone to bed and rested for a few days, but - with Elefantz work waiting, new designs to release, and the shock disappearance of my website for two days - well, I kinda burnt out big time.
So in His grace, God sent my hero to the rescue.
My sweet and long-suffering husband decided I needed my soul restored beside calm water and gum trees. Two things that I adore.
With both our cameras, and a bottle of water to share, we drove down alongside the Ross River. It was an overcast day and whilst the tropical Townsville temperature read over 30+C (86+F), the clouds took the sting out of the sun and I can only describe the weather as 'perfect'.
Would you like to see some of my photos?
I was asked once what I would miss most about Australia if I ever left, and the very first thing that came to mind were our ghost gums...
For those overseas who have never seen them, they are everywhere in our vast country. Their beautiful while bark peels away like paper...
Can you see how this serenity 'restores my soul'?
There was even a little pop of purple amidst the lush green...
I'm not ashamed to admit that I tend to run on pure adrenalin, but pay the price afterwards when I crumble in a depressed and weary heap feeling the weight of life crushing the very breathe from my lungs.
It's good to acknowledge and recognise these sorts of health issues, and in doing so, alerting those you love what they can expect should they be left to pick up your pieces.
Mr E very gently put my pieces back together this week.
Where do you go to 'restore your soul'?
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