Home Alone

I am an anti-social recluse. Never mind that - at this time of year when I descend into abject self-pity it is far more fitting to remember those who don't have the luxury to moan. This Christmas I earnestly wish and pray for:
Compassion and relief for the poor, tired, homeless and hungry. Healing for the sick; calm for the dying, comfort for the bereaved. Company for the lonely, abandoned, orphans, widows and the elderly. Safety for travellers, whether stranded or storm-tossed. Courage for those stationed abroad in the service of their country; peace for those torn apart by conflict. Self-reflection for those in power (yes, even them). Love for the brokenhearted. Joy for families. Most of all - hope - for everyone in this weary world - we are so desperately in need of that precious gift. Hope.
Amen.

Sic transit gloria mundi

"He renamed the month of January after himself and April after his mother; he banned ballet, gold teeth and recorded music; he ordered the construction of a lake in the midst of the desert and a ski resort on the snowless foothills of the Iranian border...interspersed with the crowd were stony-faced officials ensuring the public enjoyed the event. We heard of people being summoned to police station for not smiling broadly enough at such occasions." - BBC News, reporting the death of Saparmurat Niyazov.

Simple things.

It has taken me a long time to realise that turning back and changing direction can mean different things. Perseverance means that you don't stop hammering away; that does not mean you have to keep using the same mallet. A change of tactics (bearing the goal in mind) is a change for the better.
Good heavens, for such a simple truth I sure took my time.