nuns

My initial concept of nuns was formed through films (one of my favourite films when younger was nuns on the run, for example, as my blog tells me I have already told you). I then got to meet real nuns, in Ireland and England, and all those I have met have been kindly and in some cases jolly.
And so it has been a bitter blow to start reading one of the books on my shelf about the horrific experiences of a young Irish girl at the hands of nuns in the 1950s. She was let down many times and the book is harrowing. I think it is on my shelf as an unread present from my parents, an unexpected choice of gift and whilst its not a pleasant read it's certainly helping me to count my blessings, tho also having me question how some folk act the way they do.
We have so much, and so much to be grateful for.
I met a man on Sunday and on asking how he was, his response was "thankful" and it's such a wise answer, modeling a reminder of how we can be. I may steal it :-)

... I picked up my new glasses, and also did a bit of Christmas shopping :) I bought a pack of cards in each of the charity shops I went in - wonder how many I will actually write???