Monday, 7 December 2009
I think it must have been all the rain we have been having, making puddles everywhere, that got me thinking about reflectionsr
Not just reflections in water, though they can set me off being quite profound!
When you look into a puddle
do you just look at the surface,
the scum, bits of paper, dirt?
Or do you look at the trees, the buildings?
Wonder at their wobbles
as the wind blows the surface?
Or do you look at the sky,
and ask about eternity?
No, I got to reflecting on my life. None of it seems to have been easy. Though not, of course, as hard as some have had. But it has been a struggle, never seeming to fit in, or deliver what was expected.
And now, just when the papers and magazines are full of advice as to "How to make the best of your life together now you are retired" sort of thing - you know, holidays in Spain, Africa, India, or Vietnam, Thailand and China. Be active, go walking, white water rafting, abseiling, parachute jumping! (For my friends across the pond, abseiling is called something different, only I can't think what it is, but it is descending rock faces with just a rope!)
But no-one tells you your plans can be halted, sliced off, just like that through sickness or disability.
If anyone had told me I would be disabled, I would have said, "Oh no, I've taken care of my body and health, that won't happen to me!"
Ha! These things strike the nicest people!
But there we are, funny sort of reflections I've been having. But I have lots of interests, a wonderful family, and some great blog friends. Would never have had time to blog if I'd been white water rafting all the time! ;)
So? Well, my life has made me what I am. I've done the best with what I was given, and am still open, I hope, to new ideas and experiences.
Now then, where did I put my writing pad and a nice sharp pencil......?
I have something stirring in my mind!