i know one thing...i will feel a whole lot better when i hear the frogs. e.b.white

Impatiently waiting for spring,among other things. Waiting to get a grip on my new job,it still feels very strange and uncomfortable. Waiting for better days.Still not smoking. still uncomfortable. Still still.

Outside the window the rain falls joining the river wherever it's going. Some days I feel as a part of the river and it's motions and purpose.Other days I watch it flow,leaving me behind.

Time to bake a lovely cake for a friend's birthday. Then I hope the rain will stop so I can take a walk. My head is full of nonsense,and I need to get out there and clear it,before I jump off the bridge instead of cross it!

I'd be lying if I said I'm enjoying all this. I am terribly grateful for my new job,but I bitterly resent the constraints of time that have been imposed upon me.Still,I trudge. Faithfully awaiting the day it all makes some sort of sense.

Or the day that I realise I have,in fact,joined the ranks of people who live in 'quiet desperation".At that time I shall stop whatever I am doing and run to the mountains,and let go of everything that is keeping me from seeing God.