sitting in my kitchen sipping tea, picking up the strands of my life

reflecting on the past six weeks, hectic, busy, catching up

family fun and laughter, whisky and coke (dad turning in his grave)

joys and sorrows of time passing, time wasting, time standing still

listening to each other, envy, love, joy and pain intertwining

lives changing passively and actively, lives altering painfully

the joy of being home, the sorrow of leaving,

I see life as a pattern made from multi coloured string

a non linear, loose, ever changing pattern

where love, hate, excitement, boredom and sorrow mingle

where safety and danger challenge each other

where duty, sensitivity and love are decimated by ego

where questions overflow and answers disappear.

sitting in my kitchen, reflecting on the pattern of my life