Our country is in complete turmoil. The press abounds with news of the shock dismissal of our Minister of Finance. The plummeting rand. The newly appointed replacement Minister. Calls for President Zuma's resignation. Bad news, bad news and many a talking point.
At the same time it is Advent. A time of waiting. A time of quiet. A time of preparation. A journey. Not a race.
And somewhere I need to find balance between the headlines, tweets, FB comments, press articles and barrage of negativity and the quietness I am seeking.
I turn to my daily Advent reflections. I play Gregorian Chanting loudly whilst I work. I look for joy in my friendships, my family, my job, our pets, our parish and the quietness which that cool and reflective sanctuary brings.
I look for quietness in my thoughts. I am going to look for it when my leave starts on Tuesday. A space. Just a space. Where I am not being asked a question every 2 minutes, juggling 10 things at once and being available all the time for anything. A time when I can sleep. Rest. Read. Reflect. A time when I can tell my brain to slow down.
I will look for the quietness in myself. Perhaps that is a good place to start.
Till soon
c'est la vie
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