I have watched, over the last few days, Colleagues and friends having a tough time. It is not an easy thing to see people you care for struggle, when you know that no matter how much you would like to help there is really very little you can do beyond a hug, or a shoulder squeeze, or a few words of reassurance, by just being there should they need you.
And I have also had some lovely news this week, that a family who were having a very tough time are now happy and tired and doing well.
Life is a funny old game I think. It twists and turns, and at the moment when you think you have found your footing it uproots you and makes you start all over again. It is transient. There are moments of glory and moments of profound sadness and everything in between, and this week really makes me think that I should be more conscious of the small happy moments, the times of simple joy and laughter, the times that are peaceful and calm and content; and delight in them. Because there is no set pattern for this life of ours, no map to be read, no easy navigation. We are all just finding our own way through and standing by each other as best as we can.
Here’s a poem (with a handy bird theme):
Hope is the Thing with Feathers – Emily Dickenson
“Hope” is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all
And sweetest in the Gale is heard
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm
I’ve heard it in the chillest land
And on the strangest Sea
Yet never in Extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
Coming soon – something daft and irreverent!
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