Today, the weather is grey and overcast with rain threatening. We need rain as we are experiencing a water shortage so I am hoping the skies will open up and the rain bucket down, but it also means the building has stopped, ground to a halt. The roof was to come off today and the new work begin; but not to be. *sigh* In fact postponed now for a week, as the roof carpenters have been re-assigned to another job.

As I sit here in my front room office facing out the window I can feel the gloom of the weather, that stillness just before a storm breaks. Every now and again a wind blows stirring the still but then diminishes and stops. It feels undecided; not sure whether to blow up a storm or blow itself away? Now the sun tries to shine and brighten the gloom, but it too fades and is gone all within a second. Nothing can happen, it is a waiting game. Waiting for the rain to come and then go; waiting for the carpenters to come back, waiting for the roof to come off and the new works begin … waiting. There is nothing I can do to change the pace of today but surrender to what is and what will be. Surrender to the stillness, surrender to the here and now.

The rain has started, the stillness broken by the sound of it falling and the smell of damp upon the parched ground. The rain will pass, and building will commence … all in the fullness of time.

For now however, today provides a nice reminder of the work of Eckhart Tolle (The Power of Now) and finding joy in stillness and the present moment. He has a wonderful quote on his web site: “To meet everyone and everything through stillness instead of mental noise is the greatest gift you can offer to the universe. I can call it stillness, but it is a jewel with many facets; that stillness is also joy, and it is love.”

Visit: www.eckharttolle.com

They say that renovating your house is akin to renovating your soul; the house being metaphor for your psyche. So, that must mean I am going through a major overhaul right now!

Yesterday the house renovations started quite literally with a bang, thud and crash. As the demolition occurs and bits of the house crumble and fall, the bob-cat dutifully comes along scrapes it all into a neat pile and throws it into a very large truck to be carted away to goodness knows where.

So what is this saying about me? Are layers of me also being stripped away, demolished to be swept up and carted off? What am I throwing away? What will be the *new* me after this rather cathartic process? Hmmmmm, interesting parallel, let’s see what happens.

Blogging is one of those *now* things that I am sure everyone wonders “should I have one, should I blog?” I pondered this idea for almost a year and then asked my very talented web programmer to provide me with one please, so here it is.

I have had *my* blog capability for almost a month and yet now is the first time I have been able to post something. This is very interesting for me… for I see myself as the communications queen, never short of a word or something to say, yet now I have a blog – do you reckon I can write something? Not for love nor money, has a single thought that might be slightly interesting entered my head – sigh!

What might that be about, I wonder? I am thinking that really when you get down to it, a blog is very personal, potentially revealing, therefore a little confrontational? How much do I really want the reader to know about me? How personal should this blog be? What sorts of topics should I blog about? What is the real reason I even want to blog? Aw me gawd, how does a little communication tool suddenly become so big and actually quite daunting? What does this say about bloggers and me?

Hmmmmmm…. well I am definitely going to persist, to learn to overcome the blocks and barriers of blogging (for me anyway) and with input from readers learn very much to enjoy the process which feels kind of like a metaphor coming on…. A metaphor for what – I wonder?