This weekend we had planned to travel down south to attend a baptism service at our old Church near Preston. The people getting baptised are young folk we have known all their lives, and sharing in this service would have been great. However, Michaela has not been well, so we had to call off last night. She is OK- an infection that is on the mend.
So I am sat at home thinking of my friends- missing them, but also feeling strangely grateful for the space, free from long car journeys and weekend busyness.
I love being at home, with no agenda- no pressure, no deadlines. It always feels like such an indulgence because of course there are many things that I could be doing- in fact many things that I should be doing.
But for now, they will wait…
Perhaps I am getting old- but if so, this is fine, at least for today.
Rehearsing old age
.
Today we rehearsed old age
And it was lovely
.
Our bones went soft
And our muscles ceased their strain
.
There is a storm on the old river
And kind grey light makes
Our faces take on
Graceful lines
And shadows
You on the sofa
And me in my chair
.
Today we rehearsed old age
And it was lovely
this fragile tent 
“Stolen time”?
Now there’s an interesting phrase.
Who or what was damaged? Was there / Is there guilt attached? Who would not understand or forgive? (if it was required )
What about “Time TAKEN to heal”?
How about “A GIFT of stopping”?
Hmm…………..
Gosh that is si nice, I think about my late Dad a lot and Mum who really is suffering and wants to be gone. Was so afraid of aging for a couple of years very recently, not accepting the tolls of childbirth and general wear and tear. But now feel at 40 it is good to shake that off and celebrate ‘self’ in the way of offering everything you can to family, and when the children don’t need us any more so much, learn, enjoy life for what it is. Great poem, thanks.