Just paused to stare out of window, watching the sparrows tumble and flutter round the bird feeder. A moment of ‘lull’ before I tackle the day.
A lot seems to have happened in the last two weeks, even though we’ve been fighting off a cold-flu thing for much of it.
Dangling from the edge
On Holy Saturday we dropped from a roof – abseiling down the side of the parish church. Over the past few years a fear of heights has festered in me, so I was more surprised than anyone to find myself with a ‘ticket’ in hand, queueing for a good two hours or so. All to walk down a wall. And I did it.
The worst part was, as I expected, trying to get my legs over the top of the tower. It was a struggle finding the ledge for my feet, legs visibly wobbling (I’m told) and then clinging to the edge, awaiting further instructions (while my friend was already on the move!). But when I leaned back and felt the rope hold me, and began to descend, the wobbliness ceased and I enjoyed my little ‘walk’.
Forgetful Heart out now!
Last week I had a book launch for Forgetful Heart. The attack of the virus and a slight delay at the printers meant that at one point I was a little concerned I would have neither books nor voice for the event. However, as my previous post testifies, the books got here (hooray!) and my voice managed, with a little help from my friends.
I had prepared a talk, but broke it up by having others read extracts from different parts of the book – at these points I slurped water to lubricate my throat. It seemed to go well.
And there was cake. Lovely cake.
I was touched by everyone’s support and interest.
Plus, they laughed in the right places which is always good.
Time for an analogy?
I’ve been reflecting on the journey of writing a book. Using abseiling down a church tower as an analogy seems as good as any.
There are points
- when you’re not sure you’re even going to sign up
- when the ‘waiting’ feels too long and too nerveracking
- when climbing the narrow, difficult steps feels frightening and destabilising
- when you cling to the edge, not sure whether you can do this
- when you aren’t clear what it is you’re supposed to do next
- when at last you lean back and let the momentum take you
- and there are points when you look down and realise I did it.
I’m showing off the rope residue on my hands as proof!