And this is a moment I captured from my late thirties,
MOTHER OF WATER
A blue spotted fish, swimming on the step,
Seeing me, nervously backs off
A turtle, rising out of the green deep,
Stares at me, and swiftly sinks away.
He’s worried that I might attempt to hold him
And all the thoughts that come up in my head
Melt just as quickly into heatBefore I can stir myself to know them.
Its an undigested poem/verse really - but it brings back something that would have vanished along with most moments. I was sitting on steps that led down into the big river - the mother of water - that runs through the steamy heat of Bangkok, rafts of weed were floating past, and amazing fish kept appearing and disappearing on the watery steps below my feet.
I was on my own. I don't know where Captain B or our Thai friends were. On my own except for the recurring fish and watery creatures that came and went.
Now that I hope to live forever in the restored earthly Paradise, it will be a different impulse that makes me write, if indeed I do write. IF I am there.
Jean and I visited Maggie yesterday- and hope to restart the regular Wednesday visits now that I am much more mobile. She is always so pleased to see us, so it gives us all a boost. And The Roger is staying off and on for the next 3 weeks, as getting the necessary paperwork done is proving more complex than expected - due to a sudden rule change that seems to have taken even the Embassy staff by surprise.
Today I must get the outline of my talk for next Thursday together. It is the first call talk, so only needs to last about 3 mins, but it means I have to juggle with bag, magazine and brochure while standing up and delivering a talk
And I am one of those hapless people who can't chew gum and walk at the same time.
One of the many many things I look forward to in the restored earthly Paradise is being graceful and co-ordinated. And yes Captain Butterfly, if you are reading this, that will be a miracle. Absolutely. But its amazing what Jehovah can do.