Time appears to escape me. Time does escape me and I become more and more bewildered about what to do with my life:
Tell me, what else should I have done? Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?
Oh Mary Oliver, I wish I was smarter. I wish I could resign myself to my life and its lulls and lack of passion. I have to put all my effort into moving one foot forward and then the other, telling myself that there is still possibilities.
I am reading "The Dictionary of Lost Words" by Pip Williams and at last I feel a small spark about my reading material. I never stop reading but I seldom feel a spark, give a sigh of contentment. I find it difficult to write even birthday messages.
My daughter turned 36 on October 17th. This is what I managed to squeeze out...
Today is my daughter's birthday. She was born on a Wednesday.
“Wednesday’s child is full of grace.”
She was born three days after her father's birthday and so became his belated birthday gift - a gift worth waiting for. And she told him three days ago that at the end of February, she will have a special gift for him.
She was and will always be my gift too - this now grown up woman who remains full of grace and so much more - wisdom and kindness for sure.
"When I am down and, oh my soul, so weary
When troubles come and my heart burdened be
Then, I am still and wait here in the silence
Until You come and sit awhile with me."
She tells me that life is an adventure - no matter what goes wrong. She is one of my biggest fan as I am hers.
I cannot find the words to describe my love for her.
Happy Birthday, my darling Gilly
