And it does seem just like yesterday sometimes. Other times my youth seems eons ago, a different world altogether. What is that quote? "The past is another country, they do things differently there"?
I would love to write a small poem about it... but...
So I hope to keep looking ahead to the times when the lost paradise is regained. Still in a lot of pain from my feet and ankles, but I am trying to really give them some rest this time. Col left very early on Saturday morning for The Field with The Lads. I had a bad night, up in the early hours, painkillers, so slept in a bit. Bea phoned. She had just had another medical upset which she needed to talk about. We both have plenty of such upsets these days, alas.
Col also left very early Sunday, so I attended the meeting in pixel form.
A strange day in a way. I did manage to get some witnessing done. I am aiming for a minimum of 30 minutes a day - but hopefully more - and I also got a load of washing done, and Col's supper sorted. Oh, and my studying. But I felt somewhat down and tired and depressed. I think that my body is scared of what is happening to it. Which does make sense in that Genesis tells us that we were originally made to live forever. What is happening to us now is not natural.
Why else have poets lamented the shortness of our life down the ages?
The English Channel was not in evidence this morning as a sea fret was hiding all but some of The Green. It looks lovely. I guess we will soon be re-filling our balcony with flowers and I will be able to do my studying out there in the mornings.
I want to say something profound about youth and age, but so many poets have already said it, much better than I can. And the inspired definition of old age in Ecclesiastes is hauntingly accurate. I am old enough to know that now.
It's raining again! Not that I mind, I love weather, its just that I am surprised there is any water left up there.
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