I actually don't make a habit of looking out my window each morning, just to avoid the usual analysing of the weather where I'd be attempting to match it with the forecast over the telly the night before. If it rains, I'd grab a brolly or two off the hooks. If it fogs, glooms or shines, there's practically nothing else I could possibly do other than enjoy another blessed day by Him; to hold my children's hands, peck their cheeks, fuss over their meals, listen to their never-ending tales, and just simply breathe in His air into my lungs - giving me an extension of life.
Right - cut the melodrama!! What I'm perhaps trying to say is, I'm not letting the rhythm of my life be controlled by the temperamental British weather. In actual truth, instead of going all physical, I've been running a marathon reading books of various genres; from the dull indulgence of academia,
to chic lit (I reallllly tried resisting but they called and beckoned me at the car-boot pitches, 'take me home, take me, I'm only 10 or 20p'),
and surely, spiritual (a picture of the book I'm reading is unavailable; it's actually one my dad just sent - In search of Excellence in Life: Experiences from the well known persons which include scientists, scholars, intellectuals and priests from all over the world, edited by my step uncle, Shaya'a Othman. Ergo, I've put up the pict of my all-time favourite, everyday companion).
I'll be back to share some insights that have been playing around in my head, God permitting...