3 Weeks ago we moved house. 3 weeks ago my husband stopped being a vicar. 3 weeks ago we walked into our own home, we walked off the edge of our old life… Here are some mindful and not mindful moments …..
Always going home,
Always planting the seed
Always opening, allowing
The new growing shoot.
Never so sure what it will be
Who I am.
Not even me.
MOVING HOUSE – SELLING AND BUYING
The sellers will renege
They’ll use my clumsy words against me.
The buyers of our flat will drop out
Or drop the price.
The estate agent doesn’t like me.
The solicitor doesn’t care.
The neighbour will block me.
The other neighbour
the basement one,
Will throw a wobbly and ruin everything.
All this running through
My nightmare mind.
I sit still and notice
There is a common thread
And underneath I hear a child crying
And I know
That no-one else can comfort her
And this is life.
In our new pond the tadpoles
My anxieties fix on visions of frog city
So I collect some in an empty yoghurt pot
And throw them on the raised border
But I cannot shake the shame of murder.
I go to buy goldfish to eat them instead
But apparently the goldfish are ‘not ready’
and anyway they don’t eat tadpoles.
Visions of garden frog hell encompass me.
And then I laugh
Is that as bad as my visions of hell can get?
Later I’m told not to worry
The tadpoles will eat one another
If nothing else.
Apparently I do not need
Simply allow life.
Well that’s a thought.