Autumn days, when the grass is jewelled
And the silk inside a chestnut shell
Jet planes meeting in the air to be refuelled
All these things I love so well
Clouds that look like familiar faces
And a winter’s moon with frosted rings
Smell of bacon as I fasten up my laces
And the song the milkman sings.
Whipped-up spray that is rainbow-scattered
And a swallow curving in the sky
Shoes so comfy though they’re worn out and they’re battered
And the taste of apple pie.
Scent of gardens when the rain’s been falling
And a minnow darting down a stream
Picked-up engine that’s been stuttering and stalling
And a win for my home team.
by Estelle White
So, as I move into this new season i'm feeling a bit directionless, My job finishes in just one short month and I have no idea what comes next.
I don't know what it is I want to do and be, so many jumbly ideas and thoughts, maybe start an orphanage or do a counseling course or learn to teach, adopt babies, move to a country where there's rivers and mountains and SPACE! learn to make clothes, learn how to use a decent camera, write a book.....
all of the above?!
I think God is teaching me once again to trust, to put my paw in his and walk this route out with him in the knowledge of his goodness. But its not easy!! Right now its lonely and totally intimidating, I don't feel big enough to make these decisions alone and I want so much to make this fast moving time of my life count.
However its important to note that despite the bleakness of indecision there are so many things to be greatful for. Just one example is that Christine is now officially Cancer free!!!! and has dived back into 5th year medicine like an absolute hero.
I also got to visit London this month and appreciate the bikes provided at a reasonable rate by the lovely BoJo.....
So i'll skip on into the next season of life in a distinctly haphazard fashion, dancing in the street and taking pictures of (recently mainly orange) things :)
ps enjoying this blog at the moment, great idea... http://www.prudentadviceformybabydaughter.com/