The Waiting Game

One of the hardest things is having to wait patiently for just the right timing to make your move, knowing you’re needed elsewhere and can’t get there yet.  It takes a sort of faith that all the wheel notches will finally align, allowing the safe to be unlocked.  You can’t panic or rush things; they’ll happen in their own good time.  Hopefully those to whom time is of the essence will understand.

Meanwhile, back at the Almanac, it’s unseasonably warm and humid, just as it is in many places.  Record-breaking hurricanes and other climate-change effects are taking their toll all over the country.  Those with their heads in the sand will drown along with all the other victims of their stupidity.  But for now, we’re making the best of an unnatural situation.

Here are some roses, mums, herbs, and a very nice Hi-Wire (NC) bed of nails brown ale.

Here is a poem.

“Homeward”

The hallowed lands so far behind
As fleeting dreams still linger
Like distant voices through the rain
Like grains of sand cast from my hands

I never thought I’d go this far
Without a star to cross the seas
So far from shores I’d left behind
Still far from shores I’ve yet to reach

I try to find the strength I need
To calm the doubts in my beliefs
With the will, I know my heart won’t break

And if I have strength then I’ve belief
If I have love my heart still beats
Here under stars
Far from home

The picture fades, the light recedes
The sound is lost in whispers
My recollections once clear and pure
Now distant lights that dim with time

I never thought I’d go this far
Without a star to cross the seas
So far from shores I’d left behind
Still far from shores I’ve yet to reach

VNV Nation

 

 

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