Charlie's Bird

living the dream with Charlie and Thandi and chirping all the way back to the nest.

The Foghorn

…with it’s mournful boom, the foghorn woke me up early this morning. I peeped out the window – it was dense the fog, blanketing the world beneath my window – making it quiet, still. Such a contrast to the racing anxiety in my head. I tried to meditate on that foghorn, to allow it to guide me out of my fog, but the thudding of my heart grew louder.

It’s feeling as though I am lurching from crisis to crisis this year – and yet another is looming ahead of me. I don’t want to deal with this one, because this one I am not going to be able to fix, this one I am going to have to endure, and this road will take me into the abyss.


  halberts2014 wrote @

Goodness. You know what, and it can’t be helped. We are so busy trying so hard to fix things that can’t be fixed. To pre-empt things and hope they don’t happen. We forget to live. We can only do so much. Sometimes “things” just have to happen.
Good luck with the looming crisis. You’ll get through it

  charlie wrote @

we will get through this by each others side. just hold my hand

  Deblet wrote @

Ai really k## when you know there isn’t much you can do about it and it’s looming ahead.

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