Another slightly bumpy weekend. Some good things: good news from my publisher, date night, and more evidence that evil is punished in the end. Some not good things: a sad anniversary, and ever-present ice and snow. Plus, I was absolutely exhausted from Ladies’ Day at someone’s Ski Club: I’m too old for these types of shenanigans.
This weekend, I immersed myself in a diet of restorative self-care. In my wanderings online and off, I came across the best article on post-trauma living that I’ve read to date. In A New Normal: Ten Things I’ve Learned About Trauma, Catherine Woodiwiss writes on the Sojourners blog about her own experiences dealing with a near-fatal car accident and her sister’s death. She emphasizes the importance of community in dealing with trauma:
Trauma is a disfiguring, lonely time even when surrounded in love; to suffer through trauma alone is unbearable.
The ever-wise David Brooks expands on her piece in his article, The Art of Presence, and talks about the importance of a “ministry of presence” after trauma. For me, it was not the event itself that was so hard to bear (although it was) but the aftermath of people’s reactions. If you’ve endured hardship or, more importantly, if you know someone who has, you need to read this piece. Every single church leader and not-for-profit head needs to read this article too: if compassion is not innate, perhaps it can be taught.
On the positive side, it’s almost Valentine’s Day. It has always been my favourite holiday from an aesthetics perspective. Red, pink, hearts, flowers: it’s the Marie Antoinette of occasions.
I was reading an old copy of Vogue when I was in foils at the hairdresser (I’m after this look…)
And I was excited to see that Dior has a Marie Antoinette-inspired spring makeup collection. Parfait!
Thankfully, it was spend-your-loyalty-points-on-cosmetics weekend at the drug store so indulging in a little spring maquillage did not cost me one sou. I bought the Perlé nail polish, which dries to a matte porcelain finish, as well as some eye shadow and lip gloss.
Instead of ribbon-festooned lambs gamboling around the gardens, I could have my beribboned Serena.
|I only agreed to this bow because she said there’d be gambling.|
Bring on spring…