Only seven days into 2016, not too late I hope to wish you all a Happy New Year! I’m a straggler, always it seems…
Bogged down with other, behind-blog ‘stuff’ at the moment and finding it pretty impossible to get moving here, nevertheless, I hope to catch up with you all as soon as I can. I plan my first, ‘proper’ post next week in which I hope to share my thoughts about three years of blogging. How did that happen? I have no idea…
Meanwhile, I don’t have any wise or inspirational or motivational words for the New Year, nor do I have any resolutions. It’s all I can do to cross one thing off my to-do list each day. That’s resolution enough for me.
But I can leave you with a photo of some sheep.
There’s a walk hubby and I like to take high above the rolling hills of the Dorset countryside when we want to clear our heads. The path, after endless rain and wind and short, dark days, looked like this and perfectly describes where I stand just about now ~
The view on one side of the path looks like this and describes what I need to do ~
And on the other side are the sheep which make me smile ~
Intrigued by the lone black sheep and wanting a photo, I walked up to the fence as close as I could get amongst the brambles, but another sheep, seemingly just as intrigued by us, ambled across the field right up to the fence and stole centre stage.
We stared at one another like this for a few minutes. I adore her sweet face. In fact, I almost want to cry just looking at it, because something about her expression reminds me not to give up, to keep hopeful expectation alive in my heart, to press on and keep walking on that muddy path until the sun shines again. Which it will.
And it means I do have a New Year message to send you after all: May your 2016 be filled with hopeful expectation no matter how much mud you have to wade through to get to your field of sheep.
See you as soon as I can.
Love Sherri xxx