Open House

A long time ago, during a particularly bad phase, the one thing that I was absolutely sure of was that things would never get as bad as that again. In fact, until recently, I was convinced that it wasn't possible that they could. Ever. But, then, last year happened.

The last twelve months and a bit have all been about loss at various levels and, I think, a far more difficult time than that long-ago period.

And, it has also proved the theory that - this will be music to those people (those annoying people) who insist on looking at the brighter side of everything, including the deepest black - things are never as bad as we make them out to be during a crisis. Because, as I'm finding out now, although we don't know it at the time, worse is always ahead of us ;-)

Bleak House

Many years ago, when I was struggling with a big dilemma, a friend insisted we seek the wise counsel of the I Ching. (Yeah, I know.) Not having had another occasion to renew what I can now only recall as foggy acquaintance, and if I remember right, the I Ching works in rather cryptic ways. When confronted with my query, it responded, well, cryptically. I was told that, essentially, I'm a nomad. This made far more sense at the time to my friend than it did to me it did to me. Because, as far as I can tell, it's only my mind and attention that wander more than the rest of me!

But, as it turns out, the old foggy may have been prescient, after all. Because, as it turns out, suddenly, like a nomad, I don't belong anywhere.

This too shall pass?