I started to realise that it will be close to three months since I have been without a proper job. One that assures you of a healthy flow of monies on a certain day of each month and a relatively predictable rhythm of life. In fact, I do like that. There is an old comfort in those things.
But I am experiencing a life of a very different kind. I am never quite sure of my working days until the end of the week. My working tools are more of needle and thread and I almost do not use a computer at all during work.
I meet more people, and on somedays, none at all. I have found friends in the sky, in the garden, and in books.
Work is thus
I am beginning to realise the infinite possibilities and abilities within each person as I begin to realise how truly many stars there are. Even as I realise that, I cannot deny the many questions in my heart.
I am learning, learning to be patient.
As Rilke puts it, '...ripening like the tree which does not force its sap and stands confident in the storms of spring without the fear that after them may come no summer. It does come. But it comes only to the patient, who are there as though eternity lay before them, so unconcernedly still and wide.'
O, to be still and wide!
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