Last night we had a Hogmanay gathering of Iona related people where at 10pm we had an ad-hoc service, which at one point we thought about what we are thankful for in last year and what we are looking forward to and would like to pray for for this year.
I have a lot of things to be thankful for in the past year. It has not been an easy one by any stretch of the imagination. I lost a lot of things along the way, whilst finding new things. I had a few really big disappointments, but then a few unexpected wonderful surprises. So, here are a few things that I am thankful for:
For people; friends old and new, who have allowed me to be completely myself and grow with that, discovering and playing with those aspects.
For opportunities that have helped me gain confidence in myself, my own worth and ability; from my recital to volunteering on Iona to kids "work".
For finally finishing four years of University with a bang and feeling really proud of the end product. And there for all the people who throughout that time have supported, encouraged, challenged and believed in me.
For Sam, the most wonderful puppet friend anyone could hope to find in their life.
For hope lost and hope regained. The two shades of hope.
For knitting!! The joys of it and the connections made through it.
For epic musical experiences, from Karine Polwart and Joshua Radin to Yvonne Lyon and Ian Archer to end of year recitals to playing music with friends in ceilidhs, cloisters, abbeys, living rooms, and under the stars, to new albums released and discovered that have soundtracked my year.
For ending my time as part of the congregation, family and musician of St. Paul's. For the wonderfulness and hugeness that has been that place in my life and getting to 'end' with hope for them in the new minister.
For pocketed pants, the best place to keep the celestial light you collect.
For times with friends at Youth Assembly, Greenbelt, SU Camp, General Assembly, Holy City, Thanksgiving, on Iona, gigs, ceilidhs, supermarkets, Beanscene, the library, the benches in the T[r]omBone building, the cinema, the park, beaches all over Scotland, your house, my house, and more than I could write.
For our lovely wee flat that was a great home and a lovely flatmate and all the good times spent there. Our whiteboard.
For CH4 and tiny, tiny CH4s.
The stars.
For you and you and nothing but you, miles and piles of you...
And after all that, however long all that may be, you'll go somewhere new, and you'll meet people who make you feel worthwhile again, and little pieces of your soul will finally come back.
2 comments:
And, thank you. For being you.
This is proper lovely. You are one in a million miss Snicky xxxxxx
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