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That’s enough

I love sleep
Yes I do
I love sleep
Yes it’s true
I love sleep
Night or day
I love sleep
Come what may

My child, on the other hand, does not.

In fact, one might say he is a conscientious sleep objector.

Well, to be fair, he is sleeping pretty well these days. He just likes waking up super early (like, 5am early). And in my humble motherly opinion, 5am is still the MIDDLE OF THE STINKING NIGHT.

Hence the long hiatus from the blog.  But I digress.

Between my duties:

looking after an increasingly active and extraordinarily cute 8 month old who is determined to learn to walk;

doing a whole stack of work for Maranatha at nights and any other time the little person  sleeps, as the organisation begins turning its wheels again – yes, we are starting something new… ;

as a domestic goddess – which is a bit of a stretch since our apartment is always messy and I don’t really know how to iron and I think I would have failed 1950s housewife school;  and,

lamenting our current Australian government’s hard line stance against everything and everyone (asylum seekers, the poor, the disabled, the young, the sick, the environment, the education system) except wealthy white men and carbon itself;

I find myself very busy. Which leaves very little time for writing.

But alas, here I am, writing.

There is a point to this rambling, tangential post, I promise.

The point is that we are back. Maranatha Health is starting something new. Something exciting. Something better, more effective, more impactful then I could have hoped a few years ago.

And in the midst of this new beginning…

in the midst of the chaos and my anxious wanderings, when our last attempt at making the world better didn’t go to plan

in the midst of hoping that we are on the right path, when the games we choose to play always seem to have such high stakes

in the midst of figuring out how to do this new phase of Maranatha with all of its challenges and ideas and freshness and with David Mandela (my son) in tow

…the world celebrated Nelson Mandela day, the first since his passing.

And I read his words:

The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.

And I let out the wavering breath of a thousand what-ifs I didn’t realise I was holding.

We are rising. That’s enough.