Calm Moment in the Storm
Rain in my heart and on the lawn.
It has rained all day — this morning we drove through acres of deep puddles to the hospital.
I had a bone scan. I was nervous. And tired after.
I was sad when I looked at the rain and then glad of the grey diversion.
Looking outside, not in. There can be too much introspection after you open up the Pandora’s Box of — Why, did I drink so much?
And, given the science, is there a way to stop that if not for me, for others who follow in my genetic steps?
I spend days poring over Scientific Journals and reading old books.
I am grateful for the rain as I look away from the books to the world.
Being my own lab rat is sometimes boring, sometimes enlightening.
But when I read about those poor rats who thrived on the cereal box, and their cousins who died on the sugared cereal those very same boxes contained — I weep.
And I am at one with the rain outside. Cohesion is collusion with life.
“I feel the drunkenness of things being various.” MacNiece.
This was written in front of the fire on a grey wet day and the incongruousness struck me, as I mourned those poor lab rats!
Thank you for reading.
