I’m doing some reflecting today. I do worry that reflecting on things creates some sort of mirror image in your mind - left is right and right is left and all that - and that’s how memories get hazy. Nevertheless I’m looking back on the last few weeks with a sort of need to see it, mirrored or not.
Sammy’s let me go to our local National Trust place to walk and think and process. I’m grateful for that. I’m sitting with a cup of earl grey tea in the courtyard, between walls of ivy, under open grey sky. In a while I’ll walk through the woods.
I don’t get a lot of time on my own these days. It’s okay; I’m alright about it - it’s just interesting to think that this used to be normal, and now it’s unusual. On the flip side, I was terribly lonely, now. I’m not so much.
But life is a great balance isn’t it? Everything that tips the scales one way needs some other thing to tip them the other - equilibrium is its real goal, and life pushes and pulls for it - and we know too, deeply, when the world is out of kilter, and often by how much.
I can’t talk about it. I can’t talk about the last few weeks - that’s for another time - but I can say that I’m thankful for the pause today, for reflection. The clouds are thin; I can see the sun trying to break through. And the earl grey tea is still hot in its metal teapot and glistening white cup.
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