Life is fragile but that fragility is what makes it so precious.
It’s been quite a while since I last posted and I would like to thank all those who were kind enough to get in touch to ask if everything was okay.
It’s been a difficult period but the story is not mine to tell. I’m glad to report, though, that the sun is beginning to break through again, however tentatively.
The fragility of life has been at issue and it’s been a time of heightened sensitivity to everything that it is so easy to take for granted.
As always, the ebb and flow of the sea has brought immense comfort. While the world has seemed like a very uncertain and shakey place, the sea has continued to be its beautiful self – rising and falling at the predicted times.
Tonight, I would urge everyone to take time to count their blessings and stop, stop fretting about ‘stuff’ that doesn’t matter one weenchy bit in the grand scheme of things.
Sleep tight, Dear Friends, and thanks for your kindness.
Today has been a day when the word Understand has been playing over and over in my mind. It all started when I playfully said to puppy Stan “You’re the Stan in ‘Understand” on a walk a while after I found him chewing his way through a hardback book of poetry from Ireland called A Fine Statement. (I’d have been raging with any other animal or person who had torn the book to shreds, but I blamed myself for leaving it within his reach and also admired his taste in poetry!)
But what about Understand? What does it mean; what can it mean?
Here’s my latest effort at defining it:Undress Nakedness Deep Empathy Respect; Soulmates Talk Animatedly Nurturing Discoveries
And in case you’re wondering about the photograph of the leaf which I took in Mount Congreve yesterday, it made me think of the much loved hands of my late Mother, who adored trees, as she grew more and more fragile, yet ever more insightful and understanding.