Goosey goosey gander,
Whither shall I wander?
Upstairs and downstairs
And in my lady’s chamber.
There I met an old man
Who wouldn’t say his prayers,
So I took him by his left leg
And threw him down the stairs.

It’s this nursery rhyme that is stuck in my head as I try to turn off from a busy day that should have been a day off. Instead of time in a pair of jeans spent with the younger household residents, we hurtled around the city buying some essentials with one of us attired in a suit and heels so that we could add a meeting and a hospital visit to the mix. Changing priorities for the next few weeks mean that some rules will have to be broken.

The nursery rhyme for me today had that sense of the wild goose of the Holy Spirit at play. In recent weeks a big project had come to an end and I’ve been contemplating the possibility of some part time study in the near future. The Holy Spirit seemed to aid those thoughts as I’ve an invitation to look at a possible course, although I would really like to look at a different option.

So that goosey has been wandering in and out of my thoughts for a wee while now.

With one phone call, it seems like the thought has been thrown down the stairs for the time being. Instead there’s another project hurtling from the horizon to view, and a whole new set of skills to pick up. Thank goodness for other people’s companionship, help and graceful forebearance.

I’m fairly sure I’ll enjoy this project, and those I get to share it with are full of fun. There’s lots of prep to be done in the lead up, and then a fairly hectic schedule for a week. For me a first full week away from the young people since their births. Post the week, there is at least one trip away and perhaps another.

So has the thought of study entirely gone? I’m still to work out if I can make the meeting, but would like to.

Of course the preparation for everything will be more easily arranged if I also clear my desk of rubbish!