September 24, 2018

Notes:

Today. The beginning of the new academic year, Term 1, and Semester 1. (Like a propitious alignment of the planets.) I cleaned my desk and my computer monitors. Spick and span. It’s like the first day at school. New satchel, new pens. A clean start. ‘Start as you mean to go on!’ (Eric Satie’s Socrate (1919–20) in the background.) I made lists: handouts, meetings, charts, timetables, and allocations:

A mood, feeling, or resonance from my past touched me as I glanced out of the study window at the white-faced gable of a neighbour’s house, upon which cold sunshine was cast. It bore both solace and melancholy – the remembrance of times after a loss; life without. (Do we prefer to go back, even to a period of grief, if we have neither the courage nor determination to go forward?)

I recalled my time on the Arael Mountain this Summer. It feels such a long time ago.  There, too, I convened a meeting for the soul:

It’s a curious outcome that I’ve experienced many times in life: having prayed for a situation, it gets noticeably worse. The very opposite of what you ask for, happens. For example, a person’s health deteriorates, or an enemy gets the upper-hand, or a worse-case scenario is realised. Things might have been better had I not prayed. But there’re times when things have to get worse before they can get better. And there’re times also, when we’re taken to the screaming edge … and, then, over it.

Where have the battles been today? Not where they were yesterday. Not where they’ll be tomorrow. ‘Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof’.

Previous Post
September 23, 2018
Next Post
September 25, 2018

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

Fill out this field
Fill out this field
Please enter a valid email address.

Menu