R's rue

  This is the only picture I took yesterday when I went for a two hour walk. Not for the first time, I caught a number 81 bus to the suburban village of Dore, intending to walk back home via Ecclesall Woods. The weather forecast suggested occasional showers but I hoped for the best and put my old nylon raincoat in my rucksack just in case. In the event, it rained steadily for the first hour and I became a soggy sight galumphing through puddles and along woodland paths. The temperature remained summery and I quite enjoyed the experience. Beware - here cometh the grinning drowned rat! I took the photograph by a little wooden bridge in the heart of the woods, sheltering beneath a tree where I rapidly pulled my camera out of the rucksack - putting it back moments later to avoid raindrops. Last night, Shirley and I finished watching a rather lovely four part drama courtesy of the BBC. It was called "Mix Tape" and spanned three decades and three cities - Sheffield - which is of...

 After a disappointment that rocked me, and had me questioning everything, I now see that I know nothing. Nothing. And maybe that’s the point. God has rerouted me. So wholly. I’m just me. Just living life. Seeking stillness. Thinking my mind and body had to be busy to a ferocity I couldn’t maintain led me to a place I hadn’t seen in a while.  Rest equals a healthier body, but a stable mentality, and that is without price. The snail and turtles do just fine in the world. The disappointment that crushed my spirit is the catalyst for rebirth and refinement. That’s all I can ask for right at this moment.  The story took a detour, but now is plotting a course I don’t know where it leads. This is not comfortable, but surrender means I don’t have to know where I’m to follow.  from R's rue https://ift.tt/UEOwTGH