The Summer of My Discontent

I don’t have much time to write, but I wanted to reflect on the sense of discontent I feel entering into this summer season.  More than anytime before, perhaps because of the turmoil of the present time, from oil spills to a huge business closing in town, to the fragile nature of health care in this country on which our livelihood depends.  I hate feeling unsure and nervous, but I also know that some of the greatest shifts in my life were precipitated by very hard times.  I hold my breath a lot as I move day-to-day into the future, glad I made it intact through one more day.  That is what faith is for I guess, and if things were peachy all the time, we’d never have to gird our loins and throw down exactly what we claim we’re made of as people of faith.  I will be a better woman because of it and I keep repeating over and over to myself while I make it up this particularly slippery slope…”All things shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well”  It keeps my eye on the horizon and not down, where I’m sure I’d be struck with vertigo at the sheer height of the climb.

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