I was going to write about my experience unblocking my toilet today.
You should thank your lucky stars then, that I couldn't bring myself to describe... how I found myself kneeling on the bathroom floor with gigantic flappy yellow hands and a clothes peg on my nose, and oh what happened next! Well...
Not that I believe in 'lucky stars' of course - or in fact, luck at all for that matter. I do believe in real stars though, and last night the shimmering constellations in the cold November sky, were exquisitely beautiful and believable.
The Great Bear hung like lanterns over the valley. Above my head, Cassiopeia angled her splendid chair and the North Star gleamed with all the hope of a Christmas yet to come.
I was freezing.
Who goes to the park late at night? Yet there I was, lit silver by the full, round moon; shivering, and wondering about pretty much everything there is to wonder about.
I feel pretty helpless at the moment. There are so many situations to pray for, so many things where I just don't know how to be or what to say. I haven't lived a lot of years, but in a large number of them, I've nearly always had a framework for understanding a problem, something to say, something to do. But these days I'm overwhelmed by things that leave me motionless... and speechless.
And in any case, the last thing needed is a speech from me, even if I had the words. Sometimes I feel like all the choices are wrong.
I blinked. A remnant, late firework whizzed into the air and burst into coloured stars. Half a second. Bang. Then back to silence. Back to the wonderful quiet moon and the ancient pondering stars.
'Above the deep and dreamless sleep,' I whispered to myself.
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