Yesterday me and my housemate baked cookies together. I'm not sure we've ever done that before, though cookies have certainly been baked and eaten around here in the past. It was nice. It added a sort of Christmasy vibe to the days around Palm Sunday. And the chocolate chip cookies and powdered sugar dusted molasses cookies are tasty.
(And what a Lent this has been! Someone quipped that they "hadn't planned to give up quite this much for Lent." I feel that too.)
Leaves are breaking out on all the trees now, even our newly planted one! Birds are noisy.
In a minute here I'm going to start an hour of architectural continuing education - online, of course. Just to prepare for a future that might still be on... sometime. Who knows? It can't always be Lent. Sometime it will be Easter. Just as it can't always be winter and never Christmas.*
Public domain image from Pxfuel HERE
It seems right now like a very long slow walk to normal again. A poem a friend found reminds me that we must make patient progress...
Grandma once gave me a tip:
During difficult times, you move forward in small steps.
Do what you have to do, but little by bit.
Don't think about the future, not even what might happen tomorrow. Wash the dishes.
Take off the dust.
Write a letter.
Make some soup.
Do you see?
You are moving forward step by step.
Take a step and stop.
Get some rest.
Compliment yourself.
Take another step.
Then another one.
You won't notice, but your steps will grow bigger and bigger.
And time will come when you can think about the future without crying. Good morning
Do what you have to do, but little by bit.
Don't think about the future, not even what might happen tomorrow. Wash the dishes.
Take off the dust.
Write a letter.
Make some soup.
Do you see?
You are moving forward step by step.
Take a step and stop.
Get some rest.
Compliment yourself.
Take another step.
Then another one.
You won't notice, but your steps will grow bigger and bigger.
And time will come when you can think about the future without crying. Good morning
Elena Mikhalkova, "The Room of Ancient Keys"
(I'm not sure if this is a fair-use, well, use here... If the poet objects I will, of course!, remove this. Meanwhile, thank you Elena Mikhalkova for this present comfort.)
* And it's a good time to reread hopeful classics. Narnia. Lord of the Rings. The Little Princess or Little Women.
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