ach well, with mochaccino's to drink, the observer to read and Level5ing to be embraced, hanging with the crew outside on botanic sufficed more than adequately to make a sunday afternoon pleasurable... i wandered back along the Lagan feeling as content as i've been in a while...
we cannot tear the pages out of our book and start a new one... we can only continue the story where it last left off... we are the sum of the unalterable chapters that brought us here. if i lost control of the plot, if i find myself in a new, unpreparedfor scene, then in these days i find myself in the process of claiming authorship again... perhaps for the first time ever... if i fear, it is because i face so many choices...
but i know this much: we do just keep on writing...one line at a time... may we be mindful to make room for the moments of joy as well as inevitable pain...
F is fear
but it's also for faith
and for friendship
today i embraced all three just a little better