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My language of love…

My love language in a picture ❤️
(The flowers, not the shoes!)

It has been a stressful week. Work has been intense, as it always is this time of year – surprise radio interviews on top of the scheduled events and planning the Diabetes Summit. And my dad’s health has taken a bad turn, so there’s been that worry on top of everything else… Like a constant discordant thrumming in the background of my every day.

The overwhelm got too much for me and I teared up in a meeting on Wednesday. That doesn’t bother me – grief has taught me to be comfortable crying in all manner of settings. But then, yesterday, this absolute beauty of a posy arrived from two lovely ladies in the meeting and oh! How it lifted my spirits.

My language of love is gifts, which is tricky because if you ask for them they don’t mean anything. That’s why a surprise gift like this means so much to me… Every time I look at these lovely flowers, every time I notice the scented air in the room because of them, I feel a moment of comfort.

And I will take that, as a slice of joy that keeps giving.

I keep remembering that wonderful line from Desiderata:

“And whatever your labours and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world.”

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