That make no sense
Impossible to keep
You know nothing is going to make a spot of difference
Some things will play out the way they will
Despite the twenty questions
And those games we all play
With pies in the sky
-*When I was a kid, my best friend was Debbie McDonald, we went to the hostel together. Both from the bush but she was the other side of town.
Debbie went to the state school and I went to the convent but she was a very grounded girl.
The yin to my yang
My biggest fear when I was little at the hostel was that it was going to rain and I was going to get stuck in town because the dirt road that stretched past Eulo would become impassable and the creeks would come up too high for my parents to get to me.
This despite the fact that we were in the middle of a decade long drought.
Fear is irrational and it just gets worse the more it builds.
So I would ring Mum from the hostel mid week if there were any clouds in the sky ..
“No darling it won’t rain” she would say
Not enough. Mothers had to say things like that.
So I would start on Debbie – who was no meteorologist nor had even a vague interest in it
What I loved about Debbie was she always said
“No way it won’t rain!”
Which would keep me in confidence for about an hour if there were storm clouds in the west and then I would have to ask her again
She was very patient with me
Probably some nights she quietly fantasised about smothering me with a pillow while I slept
She was right too
And in all those years I think I got stuck in town just one week-end due to rain and it turned out great anyway because I got to stay with eldest brother, (he lived on another property closer to town) and eat junk food
I was just reminded of this watching a movie
Husband going into battle
Wife asks “promise you will be okay, you will come home to me”
She still looks worried
She makes the best mate swear to look after him
The heart is never sure
So it continues to worry
We just have to learn to live with uncertainty
I learned early
But I still hate it
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The ritual of those sorts of words is comforting, but deep down we know, sooner or later, it’s gonna rain.
It is the ritual isn’t it Widds ? That’s exactly the word!
The uncertainty of life… Make every moment count right? Beautiful post ❤️❤️❤️
Thanks Hal and yes every moment – send me your story ❤️🦋
Yes !!! Thanks, Kate. I feel reassured 🤗 hugs love bless you hugs and kisses
Big love to you Yassy! ❤️
Thank you ♥️💖
Words from the right person can be so reassuring, my Mum gave me many now I think about it. Great post 👌
Thanks Kellie 😘