A Christmas gift.

I rushed out the door early this morning to collect some last minute gifts and a few groceries.  Upon my return I discovered a package in the mail box which made my heart sing!

It contained some beautiful homemade Christmas gifts from a friend I have found here in this blog world.  Many of you may know her as the windhover.  I found her in a paper shop one day, and we began talking instantly about music, religion and the delights of leather bound notebooks...  

I have since discovered, and so enjoyed her artwork and her blog, both of which come from a heart so beautiful.  And just as the Lord would have it, forming this friendship has also served to inspire and awaken my own spirit from a sleep I didn't even realise I was in.  A sleep which wasn't remembering to slow down and just smell all the flowers, admire the leaves, and think about how every blade of grass was placed there deliberately by God.  

This is only a brief explanation of how I feel, but I hope I have been clear.  I just mean that sometimes you can get distracted by all the work and plastic goings on in life, and forget to feed your spirit with love of creation, which in my opinion, is at the heart of all inspiration.

So thank you Windhover.  For the gifts, and for your heart.

*sniffle*

I was also given a firm instruction today, to enjoy my homemade biscotti and gingerbread with lots and lots of cups of tea...

An instruction which I am joyfully carrying out!

Shell xx