Temporary/Perfect

You know when you’re strolling effortlessly along a straight, grassy, flower-strewn verge and then suddenly – huge pothole. Quicksand. Mire.
Today’s been one of those days. No reason, really – just feeling down and flat. I spent ages this afternoon mending something I really want to wear again – it was fiddly, with difficult edges and sometimes nearly impenetrable fabric. I finally finished, tried it on, and found the zipper was too flimsy (and old – it had been repurposed) and it broke.
I may have thrown a minor tantrum.
An adult, dignified, fairly restrained tantrum, but I was Not Best Pleased.
Nevertheless, I know that this mood is temporary. It may change tomorrow, it may take a few days, but I know that underneath my life is Good. Just look at this blue sky!

That’s what I saw on my walk yesterday – playful, dancing clouds and a sky that stays bright regardless of my concerns. There’s always beauty. I just have to remember to look.

Nothing is ever completely perfect in this world, but some things strive to attain it. In the depths of my grumpiness this afternoon I heard this again…

Life is a mixture of highs and lows. Sometimes the zipper breaks. Sometimes there’s opera. The clouds still dance, and the birds still sing. It just might take till tomorrow to see it…