Day 265-266 Flying with Seagulls

I got to type ‘Day 265’ and must have fallen asleep, because I can’t find the post anywhere. I vaguely remember waking up in the middle of the night and talking to Izzy about the pain in my neck and falling fast asleep. I also remember receiving a text message early in the morning about a meeting that had been cancelled. And then I finally managed to catch up with some lost sleep. Over the Bank Holiday weekend I only slept 5 hours each night, which given my medical history is a sort of a disaster. It will take me at least 2-3 weeks to get back to balanced harmony. There is so much to write about, like the Cheese and Crackers Ladies Only this evening, which I haven’t organised since last July, when my blessed ordeal started with Mission Year. The feelings about writing and translating the Perfectly Imperfect World and the joy of designing and the hard work of making make my heart leap. There is so much going on in my mind, about trusting God and not letting ‘coccus-shaped’ thoughts to slip through the net, that every day is an adventure of the mind’s own. I counted the blessings as I walked by the Thames. I stood at one of the small bridges near Canary Warf and watched the seagulls. I flew with them and still flying until my eye-lids are getting heavy again.