I've spent the first part of my morning ranting on twitter, unsure if anything I say gets further than the bunch of people who agree with me and have therefore followed me on twitter. I am leaving that behind though, for today.
Instead, I am practising gratitude for the things in my life. My family, my house, the garden I have neglected, my dog, all the things in my life I enjoy - my computer, my craft materials and my cubby hole where I research my family history and work.
I'm also grateful for the loving and caring community around me. From today I will be helping with an effort to make scrubs bags and other things for the maternity hospital in Lincoln, along with other members of my community. I haven't much experience in sewing using a machine, but hope that I can help here and there - at the very least with donating duvet covers to be turned into scrubs bags, and maybe with making some cords and bags myself.
I'm grateful that there are people willing to organize and set up such groups, and that we are working together as a group, so that even while we are separated in our houses, we are still forming a constructive community. It gives me hope for the future, for this is being replicated all over the country.
Maybe a new sense of community is the theme I am looking for. I hope so.
