I will wait there

 

When the going gets tough, our real friends make themselves known.
Those who stay, to weather the storm.

I have been hurt, I have hurt others.

I hold nothing against anyone, but neither do I hold myself guilty.
I will not promise to act differently in the future, just as I won’t hold on to the past.
I could promise you to never do it again, to think it through one more time.
I could promise you gold and lush forests.

But.

When we finally get there, I have absolutely no idea how I will act.
I have no idea what will actually happen.
So, if you are looking for promises and guarantees, security or someone to blame. You will find hundreds to join. Thousands looking for an ally in the cursing of an unfair world.

But, it won’t be me.

But, should you change your mind.
Then out beyond ideas of right and wrong doing, there is a field.

I will meet you there.*

 

 

 

*Last two lines by Sufi poet Jalal al-Din Rumi ca. 1250 A.D.

Postcard from Isle of Skye

 

Next postcard is from Claire from her visit to Isle of Skye in northern Scotland this summer.
Six months ago I didn’t know her at all, today we live together. Sometimes, strange things happen fast, they take sudden turns into places you hadn’t expected at all. That’s part of the charm of life. If things were always happening in expected ways, and simple, we would quickly get bored of life. But sometimes, the unexpected is hard to deal with.

On the backside of the card it says:

Portree on the Isle of Skye where I’ve been staying for the past few nights. This morning I sat on the pier (at the very far left in the picture, today it is a much bigger stone construction), listening to the seagulls and enjoying the morning air. xx