So much more sorting to do,

trying to do a little at a time….

weary, overwhelmed,

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,

cats happy,

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…

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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…

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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….