Photograph by Brian Sano
Somehow, amidst the filling out of forms and
checking my to-do-list, I left my wallet behind in the post office yesterday,
after registering a letter. By the time I realised it and rushed back, it was
gone. Along with bank cards and my driver’s license.
Back home we discovered that the second
pair of trousers that we had bought for my dad, with all the outer tags
corresponding with the tags of the pair he tried on in the store, is in actual
fact two sizes smaller.
The health of Matilda’s father is a matter
of great concern to us. We were reminded yesterday that on different levels he struggles
to cope with life’s challenges.
Buried among all of this and despite the
frustrations, I believe there is harvest and material that can contribute to my
growth. But the moving from believing to applying – there’s the rub.
I return to an old theme that I touched on
previously in This is it and God disguised.
How to read our lives. How to read our
lives......
Let chaos storm!
Let cloud shapes swarm!
I wait for form.
Robert Frost
George
Often I step on a thorn unaware
ReplyDeletethe exact same one I planted there
and so I've learnt to lift my skirt
to be a little more alert
Wise advice!
ReplyDeleteAfter all: What's the use of making mistakes if you don't learn from them?