High balcony leaping into space
A man stands upon it with a faraway look upon his face
I walk below
Contemplating the waves
Dogs pass me, happy in the moment
Yet
Pulling on leads, eager to jump ahead to the next five minutes, the turn in the path, what is coming around the bend
I have no lead
No wish to pull
I choose my thoughts carefully, watching those I discard fall far below, like seeds of weeds I don’t wish to sow
And places in my head, I have no desire to go
Omicron cases continue to rise, whipping the media into a frenzy of rabid reporting on morbid details and skyrocketing numbers. It’s all a bit shocking until you realise that’s just their job. Click bait and drama.
This holiday feels even more strangely bubble like than usual. We are keeping a low profile. Thanks to the thermomix I can whip up delicious easy meals at home so there is no need to eat out. The surf has been a mess because of an ex cyclone sitting just off the coast – I feel so sorry for the travellers that have paid massive amounts of money and jumped through all sorts of travel hoops just to be here in sunny Queensland only to have the weather go to crap and the beaches closed.
It’s the whole “man makes plans and God laughs” scenario. Perhaps that’s our lesson for 2022, delivered early so we can just carry that message forward into the year. Keep expectations low, don’t become attached to outcomes and view all plans with a slightly lifted brow. Get ready to dance on a shifting carpet and remain agile, flexible. I’m deeply into my yoga at the moment, think I’ll carry that forward to.
Whatever your plans, goals, wishes – I wish you the very best of luck and a gentle reminder – sometimes what we pray for is not what we receive, because there is something even better on the way.
*photo courtesy Unsplash
