I have been busy yesterday on the allotment, and today with this commission: a priest and his wife. Every day the future takes a step closer and yet I am able to discern so little. I am blinkered by my senses. In her later years, although there was much she no longer understood, my mother used to explain, "I don't worry." Earlier in her life, she would have qualified this with words about kindness and responsible action. Or she might have said, "Sufficient unto the day ..." This was not to encourage cynical resignation or laissez-faire, but rather to urge continuous thought, effort and love - which must include amour propre. |