‘Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.’
Some days, the things that always help don’t help.
Bad moods prevail outside. The birds sing and the the girls argue by the river. We can’t settle into our books. Quiet time is not. Even bathtime sours.
We’ve had better days, and worse.
Our behaviours vary.
Things rise internally, different for each of us.
There is a lot to learn, different for each of us. We pay attention, or we numb it all out. There is no quick solution, for the world, or our family.
‘It’s going to take a village, it’s going to take some time.’
There is no quick solution, no perfect posture we can hold day after day. I’d like to adopt the healthiest attitude, follow the right routine. I’d like a slogan printed on a hoody, a verse, a totem, one word. I’m thinking of a new morning practice, maybe that will be the thing?
But there is no one thing. There are words that help, and tools we can use. There are practices that serve us well. (Sometimes). There is an invitation, ‘Come to the waters’. There is nourishment, physical and spiritual.
There are better days, and worse.
It’s going to take some time.
‘This side of the street /All the work is my own /Oh, but I don’t have to walk it alone
No I turn to the gold rule/ When I get stuck in my ways/ When I look at the impasse/ And start to lose faith
Every stranger is a neighbour/ I just don’t know his name/ I have to love local/ For the world to change.’