Some thoughts on meagre resources

Oh! Dear! I have become a lapsed blogger it seems!

Well, I plead my old excuse of meagre resources. Is that true? I don't know but I must say that I have always felt painfully thin, wraith-like. Oh! Not so much physically but rather of stamina and endurance. Like a frail wisp of a thing who was easily knocked down by even small waves and so kept herself to the shallows. Why was...is that? My mother reports 9 months of morning sickness while bearing me; living on dry cornflakes and lemonade. Perhaps that's why...foetal malnutrition. Then again, looking back, both my mother and father seemed to be shy of big waves. So perhaps it's that too...inheritance.

But if I inherited some frailty of qi then I think I also inherited some resilience of deep spirit. You know, the spirit at one's innermost core; the one that keeps you getting up after each wave knocks you down. The one that keeps you tacking by slow, slow degrees into fierce winds, through high seas to one's eventual safe harbour.

Safe harbour...is there such a thing?

Not out there I don't think; not around some wave-smashed jagged edge of rock into still waters, not through dark cloud into light air. But there is safe harbour...it dwells within; is a little pilot light of calmness in the midst of storm, of hope in the midst of despair, of endurance in the midst of exhaustion.

We, as we become ourselves, our true selves, our authentic, integral, responsible, committed, brave, vulnerable, disciplined, brutally honest selves become our own safe harbour. We carry that safe harbour within us, we are that safe harbour, through all our rocky passages.

A safe harbour we can then share with those we love.

Thanks be! Blessed be!