Life gets loud. Let the Quiet be Louder
How do we move forward when things are such an awful sorry mess. How do we heal, how do we do better? On a human race level On a down and dirty, right here at home where we feel it most level with the people we love the most. Where relationships are hard and love is harder. And despite our love we can still get it wrong.
What I do know is that I need a fair bit of quiet and time at home to keep me humming along nicely - - - but life doesn't always throw you that bone.
We have a way here in Australia of making molehills out of mountains. We fix things with a slap on the back and a "she’ll be right". And we fall apart later. Life can scatter us like the chicken feed I throw across my lawn of a morning. Life can have us all over the shop as we might say here, distant from ourselves, further away than our arms can reach.
Yes I got me a couple of questions
WHY am I the only person in this house who knows how to change a toilet roll properly. Why when there's a perfectly respectable container for the dog food does my boy leave the bag of food next to it.
Oh don't get me started on that one - you'll never shut me up.
I could wax long and loud and lyrical about what I think I haven't got and what I haven't done and what I don't have in terms of smarts and looks and get up and go and how I nearly always feel about 20 steps behind everyone else in the whole wide world.
But where would that get me in the end. What would that achieve except to bring us right back to where we are right now.
And friend I say that's as good a place as any to start.
Here's the length and breadth and height and depth of my wisdom at present on how to live life when time seems short but things to do are relentlessly plentiful.
Do one thing at a time.
One thing at a time and I seem to get as much done as when I'm trying to spread myself between seven things all at once. Heres how it works.
Two's company, threes a crowd
Except my front garden didn't get the memo
Its wild and totally overgrown at the moment with fishbone fern that people still pay good money for in the shops, with agapanthus and seaside daisy and some other long reedy things that provide a bit of a screen from the road. They crowd in on one another - the more the merrier apparently and are only kept from going completely mad by the garden bed edging laid in a curvy romantic fashion by me years ago now.