The weeks have been flying by. The swallows are back when I thought they had just left. As I sit and type I am thinking about counting the days, and then choosing not to count. There is no "new normal". There is just today and all that it holds. I can give thanks for yesterday, be present in this day, and while I plan for tomorrow (exams, parents arrive, lunch, surgeons, supper, school lunchboxes and clients all mixed together), it's happening, well, tomorrow.
And time flies by and the wheel continues turning
While children play and parents are earning
And flowers rise, bloom and fall
While winter changes to spring and the turtledoves call
It seems youth is fading but colours are still bright
There's fog in the air and a half moon in the night
And stink. One of the tomorrow decisions was made today and I need to find a way through. Without tromping on people, putting others at risk, and finally facing up to my own heart.
Psalm 93 says "You yourself are from the everlasting past". The prayer from Lectio today is particularly apt. "Jesus, I yield my bruised and battered heart to You - the darkness of my understanding..."
