R's rue

Looking to Castle Howard from the pyramid Another midnight is fast approaching. Time to churn out yet another blogpost here at The Yorkshire Pudding Blogpost  factory. All I have for you today is  more of the images I collected during my two days away in the Ryedale district of North Yorkshire. I woke up far too early on Wednesday morning. Perhaps it was the daylight that seeped into my room. I had hit the pillow quite late on Tuesday night after watching a charming film on BBC 2 - "One Way to Denmark" (2019) starring Rafe Spall as Herb and Simone Lykke as Matilda. One reviewer correctly described the plot as "sad and gently hopeful". There were no murders. It was about believable ordinary lives and set in both Wales and Denmark. There was tenderness, emotional integrity and humour too. I loved it. I guess I had just four hours of proper sleep. After five hours of walking on Wednesday, I was feeling weary as I steered Clint homewards. My eyes were heavy and so ...

 Some thoughts today I’m realizing I’m having to give myself grace and understanding. As part of surrender and acceptance, I’m tackling unsavory truths about myself. Being special and different means I don’t conform to the world. As much as I’ve tried, it’s not happening. I don’t check boxes or fill in spaces. It is exhausting to fit a mold not meant for me. I’m trying to lower my expectations for what I expect from others and myself. I would rather take cold plunges in the Arctic than sunbathe in the Caribbean. My soul craves glacial perfection and a view that strips me of sensation. It’s in the fog, that I focus. Struggle is where I live. It’s what I know. It’s what I’ve known. I don’t expect that to change. I just seek to change my reaction to said predicament. God meets where I am. Even when I’m nowhere to be found. Love each other from R's rue https://ift.tt/y2h8l41