Widespread Weariness

Did you notice I haven’t blogged for over three weeks?  The reason is that all my energy has been taken up with responsibilities, and I simply haven’t had time or inspiration to post here.  The break in Kaikoura last month really brought home to me how stressful living in Christchurch is.  Since then we’ve had more rain, and more flooding, and the media and community seem full of negativity.  This is the year four recovery stress that Dr Rob Gordon talks about.

I’m lucky that the only personal effect the rain has on me is that I have to negotiate some large puddles.  Our garden gets sodden, but that’s all, and it will dry eventually.  In the meantime we have dozens of snowdrops in flower.

Long weekends for Easter and Anzac holidays were time for rest and fun.  We loved “The Hound of the Baskervilles” at the Court Theatre, although driving there in a deluge was challenging.  There have been fun times, and I’ve taken photos, but I’ve not shared them here.  Blogging is/needs to be a pleasure, and I won’t write if it seems like a duty.

I realise that like so many in Christchurch I am weary to the bone, with depleted reserves physically, emotionally, and spiritually.  In my blog I usually avoid writing negatively or about anything very personal, but I also want to tell it how it is.  I’d like to document improvments in the central city, and will, when I see some.  I’m lucky to have a job I love, and a husband who cares for me and cooks my dinners, and there is lately little space for anything else.  This is the dying time of year, when we all need to retreat inside, both physically and psychologically, and that’s what I’m doing right now.

I’ve so much appreciated messages which have come from near and far asking whether I’m all right because you’ve missed my blogs.  That kind of caring gives me a real boost.  I’m also working on plans for more restorative breaks, and trying to ensure there’s some fun each day.   There might even be a few more blog posts soon.

“Did you miss my daily post?
Perhaps I need a writer (ghost).”