I cannot get this song out of my head. Jeff Buckley. In my head. All day.
It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah.
It's been cold here. Things are broken. Things like the shower and the steam cleaner and the stores inside me which hold endless, earth motherly patience with housework and mud and that special whine sound only an over tired child can make.
But despite that I feel a little bit hallelujah. A little bit praisey and grateful.
The sun has appeared. The temperature has climbed just a few degrees and the world has come alive.
I feel like I am coming alive. I feel like a bear poking my nose out of my dank cave and seeing that spring is actually happening.
It has rejuvenated me and energised me - I am high on possibilities and opportunities and I am feeling pro active and strong.
I am also feeling lucky to have this life, this home, this family. We might not have it all, but we have almost all we want.