Giving pause to the new season

My favourite place to work in is at a café. I am sitting in a random café in the middle of the eastern suburbs somewhere, in a café which is a part of  a strip of shops in the middle of suburbia. There’s a couple of cafés, a butcher, bike shop, newsagents, dentist, you get the drift. There was a mum and her two little kids here, and they have just headed across to the butcher. It’s a slow Tuesday morning and 

I am glad to have a glimpse of life here as I pause before heading on my way. Buses here are fun… it’s all bus transport here, which isn’t something I am particularly familiar with, so often involves stopping in the middle of nowhere to change busses… or walk… which is what I have chosen today. I like that it gives a moment to pause, to look around and take in a  different view of one I am not necessarily a part of, though there are elements that I would love in my life, but that’s another story. 

Following on from that thought of all the talk and finding a place for what I have to say…. Perhaps it looks different to what I think it might look, and it will be find to find the new voice. In a space of time where a new season approaches, I want to rush in, but know that this time, it’s time to wait, to pause, to trust and trust and trust, especially when the doubt, questions about what disaster might strike, so my challenge is to look for the good, the opportunity, to be immensely glad for what is, and what has been, and what is happening now that will have an impact on what’s to come. It’s in good hands, and will always be in good hands.

So, while watching the world go by for a minute, I am glad for the space to look, observe the beauty, to dream and be immensely glad for what is. And glad for an opportunity to see things from a new lovely perspective.