Thursday, 17 November 2011

Just saying

I love this song.


It is full of kindness and comfort and hope.


It re-starts my kinetic melody - the connections that keep my nervous system trucking and re-integrate my mood. I mean it does, actually, fix me.  How curious.


It has taken me all day to try and recover my head from the inherent trauma of (yes, I know it's hard to believe this) asking our decorators if they wouldn't mind adding a coat of grey on top of the white now we'd found the paint.  Hebe and I went together to ask.  We didn't succeed really because both of our consciousnesses spiralled so far out of the here and now under stress of making the request that we lost coherence completely.  At the end of the conversation we said we'd paint it ourselves.  HSP.  Sigh.  It's not always easy.  That was at about 10.30.  It's now 14.27.  I've been striving all day just to get my head back.  And then I thought to listen to that song.  And now I'm OK again.  We'll still have to paint it ourselves, but that's OK, we can do that.


This morning early (this is a bit more interesting), while it was yet dark, I went downstairs to measure the windows and make a cup of nettle tea, and found Edwin (thinking inside the box in the previous post's photos) skittering wildly about. Uh oh.  What had he got?  A moth?  No. The person that ran terrified across my foot was larger than a moth.  I put the bathroom light on so it would shine through without waking up the household.  Oh, right.  Someone small and dark with a long tail.  I grabbed a towel off the bannisters and flung it over the person, to immobilise it and protect it from Edwin.  "Alice!" I hissed, in a sort of hoarse undertone to avoid waking Hebe, "Alice! Wake up!"


Because I am useless at catching mice.  I like the mice but their darty speed unnerves me and I am never quick enough.  I always panic and miss them.  Alice is fast and fearless and grabs them quick.  She emerged.  I shut Edwin in the bathroom.   Slowly we patted the towel and rolled it back to expose the Person.  Ha!  It tried to run but Alice was too quick for it.   We went down to the front garden (yard) which is very small but we have landscaped it like a miniature woodland dell, so all kind of creatures take refuge there.  Alice opened her hand and for a short while the mouse sat up and looked at us.  Unharmed.  That sends out a ripple of well-being and gratitude.  It was OK.  Then it ran away into the ferns and rocks and morning darkness.


I'm going back to listen to that song again.  Gradually my soul is coming back to peace.  I'm all right as long as I don't have to speak to anybody.    The sun is shining.   Through the window I can see a seagull chilling out on the chimney stack.  Blue sky, white clouds.    I can hear the song in my mind. '...lights will guide you home...'  That makes me feel both very peaceful and intensely hungry in my soul.  Do you like the song too?


The house is very quiet.  I think the men have gone.  It will be OK to go downstairs now.

11 comments:

Debbie Maxwell Allen said...

How did you know? I was listening to that song just yesterday. You're right. Something about it just smooths out the wrinkles of the day. Thank you for the reminder!

~Debbie

Ember said...

:0D

Julie B. said...

I am one of the four people left on the planet who has never listened to one Coldplay song. I should hide my face in shame. I listened from beginning to end and loved it. And God bless you for being so kind to the mouse. If I share what has become of some of the mice who've tried to set up their mouse nurseries in our walls or basement, my shame would deepen. Now I'm rethinking them. A little.

kat said...

remind me to tell you the sad tale of the mouse and the chest of drawers!!

keitha said...

Hello there.

I found your blog yesterday and was so thrilled. Your books have meant so much to me over the past two years. I have given them as gifts to all my dearests as well!

I just wanted to say thank you and God Bless you. I truly appreciate your writings.

Keitha

Ember said...

Hey Julie, hey kat, hey Keitha -

Pleased to introduce to to Coldplay Julie! Fab aren't they?

Kat - is the story of the mouse and the chest of drawers suitable for those with a Sensitive Disposition??

Keitha - Woohoo! and pleased to meet you! :0) Has anyone one told you there's a new book out in the Hawk & the Dove series? It's called The Hardest Thing To Do, and you can find it on Amazon - there's a link to it in the sidebar on my blog here, and a 'look-inside' facility on Amazon that lets you read a bit. And another one due out in January - so you came by at the right moment :0) Lovely to meet you - there are some really nice people who comment here regularly; it's a good place to make friends. Thanks for your kindness and encouragement x

keitha said...

Yes! Just finished it two days ago. Fabulous! Thank you.

Ganeida said...

Ember: my soul is sore ~ but knowing you too run a mouse rescue mission from the beloved household moggie has made me feel sooo much better. My Dearest rolls his eyes when I do it because he reckons they just come straight back in but I can't stand the crying! Star has to do the actual rescue 'cause, you know, mice freak me out. ☺ Oh, plus I'm old & slow. Very slow. And I'm busy freaking out.

Ember said...

Hey Keitha - glad you enjoyed it! Spread the word! I have a novel sitting waiting at the publishers until next August to see how the sales of these 3 new ones go to decide whether to take the series on to a total of 10. I am USELESS at promotion and word of mouth is my only hope! Thanks so much for your encouragement!

Hey Ganeida - you are in my thoughts and heart - holding you in the light - glad you save the mice too! xxx

kat said...

Hi Pen, I'll edit out the gory bits!

Ember said...

;)