It has been a slow couple of weeks.
Not in the sense that I've felt sluggish or slow - no siree!
Slow in the sense that despite the fact that I've been working hard and persisting with the myriad challenges that seem to be presenting themselves, I don't seem to be making great progress - or if I am it's slow.
You see Captain V and I are in the process of getting our home ready for sale.
It has been quite a task, leaving me wondering [not for the first time] why it is that we have so much 'stuff' and how it is that something cleaned to within an inch of its life one day can be smeared in fingerprints or even cobwebs the very next!?!
There is a large part of my soul which craves the simplicity of a life pared back and I've experienced many moments contemplating the snail with her stylish little home, compact and light enough to carry from place to place.....what a dream!
I know that this news will come as a bit of a surprise for many of you as I haven't mentioned this before but we have only just made our final decision. I'll keep you posted on our plans and progress and hope that some of you will have great advice for me as this excursion into the mayhem of cleaning and sorting, open houses and [fingers crossed] contracts ensues, I will receive it all eagerly.
Another element of the 'go slows' has been my sharing of gifts.
I give you my most sincere apologies for the distinct lack of posts over the past fortnight.
We've been experiencing an ongoing 'issue' with our internet service provider [although I think 'provider' is a very generous term!] which has meant that my only access to the internet and Blogland has been at our wonderful local library. This has been a most unwelcome blogging break & I'm looking forward to this situation being resolved soon.
It will be terrific to be able to return to my normal swing of things posting and catching up on all of my favourite Blogerista's writings and be able to return emails to many of you who have written - thank you.
One nice element of this imposed vacation has been my need to revert to snail mail to keep in contact with some of my bloggy friends - imagine that!?!
My apologies to those of you who have been missing your regular gifts of serendipity, cross your fingers that we get things sorted out soon.
My gift to you this 'week' is a lovely poem by William Cowper which may give you food for thought.....
To grass, or leaf, or fruit, or wall,
The snail sticks close, nor fears to fall,
As if he grew there, house and all
Within that house secure he hides,
When danger imminent betides
Of storm, or other harm besides
Give but his horns the slightest touch,
His self-collecting power is such,
He shrinks into his house, with such
Wher’er he dwells, he dwells alone,
Except himself has chattels none,
Well satisfied to be his own
Thus hermit-like, his life he leads,
Nor partner of his banquet needs,
And if he meets one, only feeds
Who seeks him must be worse than blind,
(He and his house are so combined,)