No, not Casablanca
this time. Life is giving me a problem at the moment. It’s a bit flat,
featureless and frustrating. Everybody I know seems to be moving forward, while
I’m not. It’s like being in a fairground watching all my friends riding the
rides, while I sit on a bench and wave as they go past.
Interestingly, this isn’t depressing, but it is making me
feel increasingly desperate for a kick start. I need to do something, but I can’t see any openings at the moment given the
lack of readies and the need to fulfil certain obligations.
The last time this happened I got myself all ready to take a
trip to Egypt.
But then life came a-rushing into my arms and everything changed dramatically.
Can’t expect that to happen again, can I? You never know, I suppose.
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On a more substantial and wholesome note, I made a bowl of rice
salad yesterday. Just a simple one – rice, broad beans, chives and fresh sage.
I can’t stop eating the stuff in multiple spoonsful (spoonfuls?) It’s my
current pig out food. Better than Mars Bars and milkshakes, I suppose. If you’re
going to comfort eat to fill a hole, best do it healthily.
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At the theatre where I used to work there’s a commemorative
oak tree, and next to it is a plaque containing a short poem by a little-known
English poet whose name sadly eludes me.
An let’n grow
And let’n spread
And let’n live when I
be dead.
I love those simple, evocative lines.
The passing of life is a most poignant preoccupation at the
moment.
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