I had a horrible week at work, and I’m still a little shaky, hence my silence.
When things are running well working for a charity that you really care about and believe in is the best thing in the world, but when things go wrong …
I have come into conflict with some people who, though they have recently come to work for the same charity in senior roles, seem to have no charity in them. Hopefully the situation can be salvaged, but I have come to realise that I walking away may be the best thing I can do, even though it will break my heart.
Time will tell.
I needed to escape into a book, but for a few days I just couldn’t. Finally though, I picked up the right one.
“It is too warm for sleeping, but I am meant to sleep. I must not turn on the light, and so instead I take one of my library books and hold it up to the window to read in the half-light that falls there. It is a children’s version of Marco Polo. From the words and pictures of its pages another world comes and fills the bedroom with sailing ships and strange names and spices I have never tasted. I read because I cannot sleep and then I cannot sleep because what I read is more real than my own life. At some moment my eyes fall from the page and yet it is as if I am still reading on and within the story. I roll back and forth in my bed so it rocks softly. It is a ship taking me out to sea from Venice.”
From Only Say The Word by Niall Williams
Now how could I not be swept away by words like that?
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