Spring is my favourite time of year, with its blue skies, blossom and sprouting leaves. After the hard slog of the winter I'm always elated to wake up to a sunny day and streets strewn with blossom confetti. I feel hopeful and ready to burst forth with new ideas and plans; of course, with that renewed energy comes the threat of stressing myself out with too many plans. The last few days I've been sleeping poorly, blighted by stress dreams and nightmares, unable to switch my brain off properly, to take time out to unwind. There's just too much to do. And it's then that i hear my grandmother's voice.
After my grandfather died I would phone her every Sunday from London to check in and make sure she was okay. As the months passed our calls became less tearful from her end as she adjusted to her loss as best she could. It was never easy for her after he'd gone, and she declined quite quickly in the last few years of her life. At the end of every call I'd tell her i loved her and she would say, 'well you know I love you,' and i would say i did. Then she would tell me to go gently, knowing how i'd rush around or get carried away with whatever was consuming me at the time, and I'd tell her I would.
These words always pop into my head when i'm tired or overwhelmed, or pushing myself to do everything all at once. It's the word medicine I need today and every day this month, so i've incorporated them into my new desktop wallpaper*. I thought you might need a little reminder to go gently today too.