I asked my six-year-old a pretty deep question today. Zoë, is it more important to be clever, beautiful or kind? Her wee eyes fluttered up to the sky and back again, which is what she always does when she’s deep in thought. ‘Kind, mummy.’ ‘Yes honey. If you’re clever and beautiful, but you’re not kind,Continue reading “What one thing would you wish for?”
In your heart, will you:
❤️put them in their place?
❤️ squeeze in beside them, resenting that they are there?
❤️Or, will you be radical enough, generous enough, lovinge enough to give them your spot, smiling with delight as you watch them enjoy every moment of it?
What do you need to build to ensure you don’t give the energy-drainers, joy-stealers and peace-takers in your life free range? Otherwise, they’ll just keep coming back for more. 🐔
We are made to be instruments not ornaments.
We are made for connection over making good impressions.
We were made for service above self-promotion.
Often when we find ourselves saying yes to things we don’t actually want to say yes to, it’s because we don’t have a strong sense of our core values. Your pet peeves can help you find out what some of these values are.
Never measure the fruit of your labours or the impact of your life only by what you see. Because what you see is only the tip of the iceberg.
If you had one day left to live, what would you say, what would you do, and what would you give?
‘Mummy, it really hurts me in my tummy when other people are sad’
Zoë’s wee eyes filled up out of the blue earlier…
‘For everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven…’ (Ecclesiastes 3:1) I looked out my kitchen window yesterday and noticed an apple or two still on my tree. It looked like they were just clinging on for dear life, just hanging on by a single twig. Anyone else feel aContinue reading “Clinging on for dear life”
I did a ridiculous thing today. Just when I think I can’t get any more daft, I reach another level. I’ve concluded that sometimes my head is so far ‘in my head’ that my environmental senses don’t work properly. Bill asked me to post a really important piece of correspondence this morning. He drove meContinue reading “Don’t put your post (or pearls) in the wrong place”