We went to Lourdes and had a picnic by the lake.
A kingfisher darted back and forth, nothing more than a flash of russet and turquoise skimming across the limpid waters.
But not everything in nature rushed around. A heron stood for over an hour, poised and concentrated, waiting patiently for the right moment.
Sometimes it can feel as though life is grinding to a halt. As I watch friends and family dashing all around me - getting married, buying houses, making babies, embarking on new careers, or simply sustaining "proper" jobs.
Questions without answers are on the tip of my tongue, the edge of my heart:
When will I...?
Will I ever...?
It's hard to not let my mind drag me off into a never ending spiral of useless questioning...
But I was somehow comforted by the sight of that heron, somehow so elegant and graceful in it's mindful poise, patiently waiting just for the right time.
Not everything in nature rushes around, but it is still moving forward. Why then should I?
Sometimes it can feel as though life is grinding to a halt. As I watch friends and family dashing all around me - getting married, buying houses, making babies, embarking on new careers, or simply sustaining "proper" jobs.
Questions without answers are on the tip of my tongue, the edge of my heart:
When will I...?
Will I ever...?
It's hard to not let my mind drag me off into a never ending spiral of useless questioning...
But I was somehow comforted by the sight of that heron, somehow so elegant and graceful in it's mindful poise, patiently waiting just for the right time.
Not everything in nature rushes around, but it is still moving forward. Why then should I?
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