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…
1000 Fields of Roses 