A Postcard

I'm writing my first 'official' blog via my Kindle on the final day of holiday, watching the sun set over the estuary our cottage overlooks. A week away from the internet has been refreshing as always and I often think to myself I'll go on Facebook and Twitter less once I'm back home, but somehow I get drawn back into it.

It's like when I'm surrounded by beautiful countryside, unspoilt beaches, and a slower pace of life, I wish I could live in this world permanently. But then my friends and family that are missing from this scene beckon me back to my home town, and the lure of busy streets, fields of concrete and essay deadlines seems all too appealing.

Maybe that's what holidays are really for - to remind us of where we belong. As much as I wish I could call a more aesthetically beautiful part of the country home, it wouldn't be home unless my life and everyone in it were there too. While there's always that desire to escape the mundane and 'same old, same old', and we have to from time to time to get a fresh perspective on things, I could never choose the picturesque over the personal.

I'm a firm believer in creation and nature displaying the beauty and glory of God. Yet for me, as wonderful as this glimpse of perfection is - it is people who carry the most beauty into my life day in - day out, even when the nearst thing to a beach is the pond in the back garden and the sound of birdsong is replaced with the constant blur of traffic!