I've been working down at a local heritage site this week, putting together a Winter Wonderland for children. It's been a good distraction from lots of stress about job searches and interviews and wondering if I'm Enough for the World, and I think its been therapeutic in a strange way. Sitting in a room, taping together giant paper snowflakes has been my way of exerting some control over a universe that seems to want to teach me a lesson this week about how out of control we little human beans are.
Anyway, tonight. After the Wonderland had to close for the day, we pulled an extra table out and made spontaneous lanterns out of old jam jars and gardening wire and glitter. This was a good thing, because we had some sad kids who wanted to see Father Christmas. Well... they got to. We followed a Samba band (!) around the grounds of this beautiful old stately home, and Father Christmas came, and his elves. And a lot of very excited children with handmade, still-wet, glitter-lumpy lanterns. This is the work that matters.
Anyway, tonight. After the Wonderland had to close for the day, we pulled an extra table out and made spontaneous lanterns out of old jam jars and gardening wire and glitter. This was a good thing, because we had some sad kids who wanted to see Father Christmas. Well... they got to. We followed a Samba band (!) around the grounds of this beautiful old stately home, and Father Christmas came, and his elves. And a lot of very excited children with handmade, still-wet, glitter-lumpy lanterns. This is the work that matters.
That's us... me and my girl all fuzzy, following the elves. Sod the rest of the nonsense. This is the stuff that deserves our attention.
