Wonderful Wednesday, it's been a while

Tiptoing in at the back, quietly taking a seat, unnoticed but here, always here.

It’s been a little while, I believe my last post was September time, when I began my final year of a degree with The Open University. Today I submitted my final assignment of said degree…more on that later on in the week. First, let’s Wonderful Wednesday, shall we?

I find myself endlessly grateful to

Sally Crangle

, there is not a Wednesday that goes by that I don’t stop to notice the Wonderful. Over the past two years, I’ve only sporadically taken part publicly. But, each and every Wednesday, in my mind, I have made a little list of the wonderful little moments which have filled my bucket throughout the week. Which is really rather something.

We found boxes of printed Wonderful Wednesdays from the days where I had a blog, in the garage of all places, this weekend. I couldn’t quite believe that at some point, during a house move, they had mistakenly (in a water tight box) been left in the garage. Nestled under a box of old cables, on top of a wobbly little table. Those printed papers documenting years of our lives, memories of little moments we haven’t thought of in so long. It’s lovely isn’t it? That they have been documented somewhere, even if they did end up in the garage for a short period of their printed life. Because that’s all life is really, lots of little, hopefully lovely, moments, connected by a delicate, invisible thread. Woven intricately throughout the hours, days, weeks, months and years of our lives. Long may those lovely little moments continue. Here’s a few more to add to the collection:

“hold hands, hold hands mama?” oh these little words. I know you won’t always want to hold my hand so I drop everything and anything whenever you ask. That little, warm hand in mine. It feels like it has always had a home, nestled safely in my palm, my fingers protectively clasped around yours.

Bon Iver’s new album there is nothing quite like the magic of Bon Iver to soothe my soul and appease the aching tiredness.

Tomato seedlings before we moved from Barcelona to Cornwall, I took a Seed Saving course, where I learned how to properly harvest and preserve seeds in order to use them further down the line. I’ve been saving little tomato seeds from way back when and when I first saw a little seedling poke through the soil, I can’t tell you how my heart soared. I didn’t have much hope, which is why I decided to sow so many… I now have over fifty tomato seedlings to care for… but just think of the smell in just a few months. Oh that smell.

A dessert to remember Greek (style, dairy free) yoghurt, topped with the most perfectly ripe raspberries, strawberries and blueberries drizzled with a very generous helping of honey. Goodness me. I don’t often get this one right. I know what you’re thinking, it’s a very simple one Peta. But either my ratio is off, or the fruits aren’t quite the right ripeness or maybe I’m not in quite the right headspace for it. Whatever it is, for the first time in such a long time, today I got it right. and it was so, so right.

The promise of rest and creativity I believe, to the soul, they are one and the same. As this chapter of study comes to a close, I’m so very much looking forward to time of rest. To recharge, to be creative, so play, to take care of myself. With that, I am sure, will come much reading. Having been out of the fiction world for quite a while, any recommendations will be most greatfully received.

And I think now, it’s time to bring this wonderful to a close, hit publish and pop the kettle on. A liquorice and peppermint tea is calling my name.

May you too be reminded of your own little lovely moments of the week so far, whether you share the below, out loud or in your mind. It doesn’t matter really, as always, it’s the thought that counts.

Peta x