Tool Shed, Jan ‘07
Patience is not the acceptance of weakness. It is the quiet, slow, deep funding of strength.
Last night I watched a Morgan Spurlock documentary about work in an Animal Shelter.
A dog was brought in, one that had been tied to a fence and purposely left behind when his family moved far away. I felt as if that dog and I were in similar circumstances. I could certainly empathize with the dog, he looked as wretched and bewildered as I feel. The dog was nervous, jumpy — defensive…. I often feel nervous, jumpy — defensive….
I’ve received no communication my client or her manager.
I’m doing a lot of Letting Go.
I’m not facing my perils alone, for which I’m deeply grateful. Dear family and friends have been most graciously supportive offering all kinds of help, have been in touch, have come to visit, have left me alone to heal.
There have been other ‘train wrecks’ in my life. Times when I got through, visualizing myself as Phoenix, rising from ashes.
I’m too tired right now, find it difficult visualize myself as Phoenix rising from ashes, a thought I had while gazing through my front window, my mind focused on last summer’s kale, alive, covered with ice, still growing through snow….
For now, I’m ice-covered Kale, growing through snow.