Late finish

Home after a late finish ... the cephalaria were shining in the gloom like night lights.

Beyond tired this evening after a rather challenging day on the back of a rather challenging week. I started to prepare a dish for tomorrow night. One of our senior supervisors is retiring after over 25 years service, possibly more. Although not my supervisor now she was during the toughest time. She has been a reliable source of stability for the whole of the service across cumbria and I fear for what will follow, particularly with political change in the air and reorganisation of commissioning.

Everything is Waiting for You - David Whyte

Your great mistake is to act the drama
as if you were alone. As if life
were a progressive and cunning crime
with no witness to the tiny hidden
transgressions. To feel abandoned is to deny
the intimacy of your surroundings. Surely,
even you, at times, have felt the grand array;
the swelling presence, and the chorus, crowding
out your solo voice You must note
the way the soap dish enables you,
or the window latch grants you freedom.
Alertness is the hidden discipline of familiarity.
The stairs are your mentor of things
to come, the doors have always been there
to frighten you and invite you,
and the tiny speaker in the phone
is your dream-ladder to divinity.

Put down the weight of your aloneness and ease into
the conversation. The kettle is singing
even as it pours you a drink, the cooking pots
have left their arrogant aloofness and
seen the good in you at last. All the birds
and creatures of the world are unutterably
themselves. Everything is waiting for you.