Having just had a few weeks recovering from being knocked out for about 5 minutes and the resultant concussion (beware, the hatchbook of a Picasso is dangerous if accidentally slammed down on someone's head!), I had the opportunity for part of that to just sit and be, enjoying time in contemplation of God and God's creation. I had nothing to do except keep the dogs company, as I couldn't even read for some of that time. It was like being on an involuntary retreat, and all the better for that! It caused a lot of re-organising for my colleagues at work, unfortunately, and now I am back to contacting people and re-scheduling appointments.
It reminds me that nothing is certain, all is provisional, and may change. We live in a fragile world. It also reminds me of the first few lines from T.S. Eliot's poem, Burnt Norton.
It reminds me that nothing is certain, all is provisional, and may change. We live in a fragile world. It also reminds me of the first few lines from T.S. Eliot's poem, Burnt Norton.
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