Against the grain

... an out of kilter sort of day ...
Work was a bit rubbish and felt very uneasy.
Sadness at the loss of Bowie ... who has been part of the background of my life and I can mark out significant events /periods to key tracks.
And a big blip decider day tomorrow ... time for us all to sing ... (and pledge any little extra if possible and if there are any lingering doubters out there check out Fergus.)
£122,900 ... and counting ....

I Worried -  Mary Oliver

I worried a lot.  Will the garden grow, will the rivers
flow in the right direction, will the earth turn
as it was taught, and if not how shall
I correct it?

Was I right, was I wrong, will I be forgiven,
can I do better?

Will I ever be able to sing, even the sparrows
can do it and I am, well,
hopeless.

Is my eyesight fading or am I just imagining it,
am I going to get rheumatism,
lockjaw, dementia?

Finally I saw that worrying had come to nothing.
And gave it up.  And took my old body
and went out into the morning,
and sang.