Happy Sunday (again).

Hello and welcome! I’m pretty sure that was some sort of tv host’s catchphrase when I was growing up, but I can’t remember who and I can’t be bothered to google it at the moment.

It’s Sunday! (obviously). It’s a good day, today, Chris is off work, and both he and I have jobs to do outside, which I really like. It feels like it’s what it’s meant to be like, being here. Chris actually has numerous things to do, I need to completely blast one of our chicken coops with the pressure washer, put it in the greenhouse to dry and then once it’s dry, next week or something, I need to creosote it.

Chris is mending his motorbike, and hopefully putting my new nestboxes up in the chicken shed. I got some rollaway ones, which basically means the eggs roll down into a covered area and the chickens can’t eat them (if they’re into that) and other predators, like crows, can’t get at them either. Hopefully, anyway. Chris has been waiting for some bike parts and now they’ve come, he’s putting the bike back together. Which he is very excited about and so am I. I’m getting a bit stir crazy again, with being in the house for what seems like weeks. (Chris has had to use the jeep for work). But it will come to an end and that end is sight. I love being here, at home, I really do, it’s basically like having a job, looking after this place and the kids. I love the homesteader aspect, and the fact that I’m in a position to be able to do this! It is awesome. but I’m now not keen on being here non stop for weeks. It’s good to be able to get out sometimes.

It’s funny, like I’ve said before, Chris adjusted really well to moving here and I struggled a bit more. But I’ve realised now, that I’m actually starting to really like it here and don’t want to leave. It’s pretty amazing really. I really struggled with grief when we were first here, but it wasn’t really just grief for my dad, it was grief about leaving, guilt about not being there, questioning whether it was the right place and whether we’d just been selfish. And at certain times, it’s been massively overwhelming. I’ve also realised that until recently, I haven’t really been myself, the grief closed me off, made me brittle and low. It affected my energy levels and just me in general. I feel like I’ve really started to come out of that over the last six ish months. After I did the blog on grief and was honest about how I’d felt, I actually started to feel much better, and I’m sure in part it was due to certain individuals who messaged and helped, as well as the fact I’d been honest. So I’m sorry for dumping it all out in a blog, but it did help! Thank you for the messages and prayers.

Like I said, I’m starting to see the beauty again. And not feel so shut off, or feel I’ve got to shut people out. It’s good. I really do believe that sometimes we need to go through this stuff in order to get to the right place. And life can be so up and down, especially if we look at what is happening all over. But, as these words say ‘my hope is built on nothing less, than Jesus blood and righteousness, I dare not trust the sweetest frame, but wholly trust in Jesus name’. All is actually well, whether we feel it or not. That line is actually from a hymn I’ve just found out! I never knew that. I thought it was a fairly modern worship song. It’s a great one. It was by someone called Edward Mote. My hope is built on nothing less. Look at the words, they really are great and true.

Anyway, Happy Sunday indeed! Enjoy, whatever you are doing.

Love, Cathy.

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