Back again

My little blog once again fell off the back of the truck. This time for quite an extended period. A shame really because I have been on quite a journey.

I think the news from the hospital tests in August that I wasn't sick was a big boost. In August I started feeling more like myself again. So I stopped writing for a while.

This big internal tussle has been about whether I made the right decision leaving my employer and what to do next. That could have made for some tedious posts.

It's not resolved yet but what's done is done so I'm not sure what the postmortems are achieving. My wife is certainly over it. I need to move on. Slowly a new life is unfolding. I feel much better in myself on the whole. My life is not over.

I have become more aware of the world around me. The little things that happen, time, which seems to have slowed down.

I wrote a poem after walking the dog on the weekend.

The Path

An old pavement

Cement specked with blue metal

Leading through the gum trees

By the sealed road

Past the houses

Laid down 40 years ago

Messages left in the pour -

Children's footprints, worker's boots, dog paws

LC loves CS

PB loves .....

Grass has encroached

The blue metal shines

Polished by wear and time

Cracks and bumps craze, chip

I leave no visible mark

My little dog's feet "tap, tap"

Perhaps a little wears away

A stone scrapes and scratches

The path endures.

We move on along it

Hardly noticing it everyday

Its many clues and signs

The excitement of the pour

Rare as an eruption or eclipse

Where are those people now?

Do they remember that day?

It was important enough

To mark with spontaneous effacement

A little joy on a sunny day

A rare event in a new suburb

Now sun and moon and rain

Bath the path each day

And many will pass and be gone

While the path will remain.

MQ
16/9/17