Crystals of frost on a window
From the warm roof tops of the Punjab to the frost on rooves in England
I feel that my year of F word blogging needs to be honest and reflect the reality of life and my week.
The warmth of the sun we left behind in India has been replaced by a spell of frost at home with some chilling news and it seems fitting to focus on the frost this week.
Whilst it is impossible to ignore the beauty of the frost crystals decorating the foliage and lightly dusting the landscape it is also important to acknowledge its power of its destruction, especially to crops and beautiful flowers. Nature in its way often reminds us about how life is unpredictable and combines both intense beauty with loss and destruction.
It is important to acknowledge the highs and lows of life, embrace their inevitably and do what we can to support each other through happiness and pain as best we can.
However, I have been for several morning walks this week with a group of dog walking friends. I was going to postpone getting back into my walking routine until next week but I am glad that I pushed myself. The fresh, crisp air, lively banter and the exercise helped with the fatigue.
However, we had some very sad news this week that reminded us of the fragility of life and how things can change in an instant. Our post-wedding high was replaced with the devastation at learning of the tragic loss of a dear friend's child.
Leaves decorated by frost
Morning walk in the frost
Friday 26th March
The past few weeks have been a roller-coaster ride of contrasting experiences. Last week we had an epic family wedding week in India. It was warm, mostly dry and very dusty. India is always an intense experience of contrasts from the crazy tooting traffic and overwhelming bustle of people in the towns and highways to the peace of the villages in the Punjab occasionally broken by the sound of prayers emanating from the (very) loud speakers of the local Gurdwara's each competing with the other for the best sound systems. Extremes of wealth and poverty share the same streets and the bright colourful attire is in sharp contrast to the drab dusty rags of the poor.
We returned to the UK happy but exhausted from the jet-lag, early mornings for wedding ceremonies, late nights partying, and the extreme mini-bus 9 hour travel between the Punjab and Delhi. I have made a note to myself that hopefully next time we will go for longer than a week, will endeavor to travel more leisurely (hopefully by train) and enjoy the country at a much slower pace.
I slept on and off for two days on our return. The washing piled up and my paperwork for work was just not happening. I was starting to think that my F word of the week would be 'Fatigue' and would be the shortest post ever. "Sorry too tired!"