A balloon flying over my house a few minutes ago-how stunning!
All at sea; at sixes and sevens. That’s me at the moment. But if I look hard enough through the present turmoil there is blue sky waiting to dissipate the grey clouds of self-doubt and underlying sadness. Like a promising and expectant early morning summer sky it may start off a little hazy at first but doesn’t that mean it will be all the more clear and bright when the powerful and long awaited rays of hope finally burn through?
I believe so. And I believe it will be worth waiting for.