A little bit of doggerel, as distraction, in the midst of yet another crazily busy day!

T'was the week before Christmas

And all through the manse

Not a creature was snoring

Not even the cats!

The orders of service

were printed with care

And music, and visual aids

were piled everywhere

The emails kept pinging

For this thing and that

(Whilst lovely greetings card

arrived on the mat)

Meetings, more meetings

Work programmes and plans

Deadlines keep looming

And I need to go out...

Then, into the midst

Of this chaos (quite ordered, no panic)

A quiet whisper spoke

And said, 'don't be so manic!'

'You've worked hard

All year and so leave it to me -

Christmas will happen,

Just you wait and see'

So with those thoughts

At my PC I type

Merry Christmas to all -

And it'll all turn out right!

... which is always cause for celebration.

In the midst of a somewhat bonkers week, when I have had literally to go from meeting to meeting to meeting, it is good to pause just for a moment, and to be grateful.

Overall being 56 was good, even against a back drop of local and global politics that makes my blood run cold. I've had some lovely times away - notably Florence, Orkney and Crete - and shared in some lovely moments with others. It's been the year in which the idea of an anthology of Baptist women's writing was conceived, and in which the manuscript has been sent off to the sponsors for publication. It's been a year in which I managed to stop taking most of my medication, in the end prefering the side effects of my anti-cancer meds to those of the meds for them!  It's been a year in which I took stock of myself and enrolled on an evening class in sprituality, decided to brush up my school-girl French, and took up Pilates.  And of course, it's been the year in which I celebrated being ten years in Glasgow.

So, yes, 56 has been good! And now on to 57 and a whole new chapter to write.

I have so much to be grateful for - being here at all is a gift I could not have conceived nine years ago - and I am determined to live my 'best life' in the coming days, months and, hopefully, years.

This morning I had a meeting in the city centre, and I was a bit early, so I went for  wander, only to be greeted by the most wonderful panoramic view across the city looking west.  Although not in this photo, I could see the gold roof of the (new) sikh temple, and I walked past a synagogue.  So many towers and spires and domes, so many aspirations and endeavours.  It's a beautiful city, and it was a joy to view it from so high up.

The meeting was a joy too.