Mother/daughter role reversals.

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cover

Re vamped my book cover, my daughter teaching me how to use photo shop to modify my original oil painting. I really like the changes (most of all that I got to do a large part myself). My daughter gets an A+ for patience (not to mention skills). Strange to remember how I once  taught her.

Tacking into the wind.

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sailing life

Like sailing, often in life we must tack into the wind, zig zagging back and forth to catch and harness the prevailing gusts. Thus it’s seldom a matter of being able to coast directly to your goal. Rather it often seems you’re heading in quite another direction yet with each zig and zag you grow closer.

We do not control the fluctuating wind or currents in our lives, nor can we quell its storms but much can be accomplished by skilful handling of sails and rudder.

Things we take for granted.

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wrist

I’m learning a lesson along these lines due to a problem with my wrist. I don’t know what’s wrong with it (neither does the doc.) but as of yesterday for no apparent reason I can’t put any weight on it or carry even the lightest thing, though it has near perfect mobility.

It’d seem no major problem to “rest it up and see how it goes” as the doc. said, after all I do have two hands. The truth is it’s far from easy, from riding my bike (I never realized till now I lean on my left handle bar when pushing off) to trying unsuccessfully to put on a pillow case (it requires coordination of both hands). I’m finding tons of little everyday tasks have now become difficult and have been ordered not to do any more gardening or allotment work for the next few days (a great frustration as my little seedlings are winking at me) as it will aggravate it. (Hmmm I wonder if the doc included typing – surely not!?)

OK, my sweet left wrist, I am truly sorry for taking you so much for granted. I promise if you’ll just go back to normal I’ll remember just how precious you are!

First Snow.

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light snow

I look out my window and the world has been transformed so silently I did not notice, tiny snowflakes, each so unsubstantial, fall gently from heaven repainting the landscape in purest white. Soon footsteps will mar the perfection, cars will leave their ugly tracks, but now in this moment all has been transmuted to beauty. Even so life’s changes can sometimes sneak silently upon us, not in blizzard or cloud burst, but in tiny gentle drops burying past ugliness.

(Sadly the photos i took when I wrote this didn’t come out but this downloaded one is appropriate).