So much more sorting to do,
trying to do a little at a time….
more stuff to recycle,
I need to make a trip to the tip,
no energy for lifting things….
like an ostrich I want to stick my head
into the sand, hoping to wake up
the other end, unpacking done,
walking on the beach every day…
but I have to get from here to there,
so I will take things one day at a time,
one step at a time…
but that’s just the physical stuff,
there is also the mental, emotional, spiritual stuff,
am I still called,
I ponder my doubts and fears,
maybe I can toss them into the skip
along with the broken chair and the unwanted wonky bookshelf…
I look at the pictures and cars at the side of my desk,
one reminding me I am worth more than many sparrows,
another stating, all shall be well,
yet another says:
new beginning are often disguised
as painful endings,
Saint Hild holds out her hand and blesses me,
soon I will walk her beaches….
all shall be well,
one day at a time,
one step at a time….