Seven months of twisting in the wind is finally over. We're done. We not only sold our house, we bought another - in the span of 5 days!I'm exhausted, but relieved. I will write about how it all went down at another time - when things have slowed down.
In the meantime, I received this poem in my email box yesterday from "The Writer's Almanac" and it seems appropriately named for the situation and how I feel.
Patience
Patience is
wider than one
once envisioned,
with ribbons
of rivers
and distant
ranges and
tasks undertaken
and finished
with modest
relish by
natives in their
native dress.
Who would
have guessed
it possible
that waiting
is sustainable—
a place with
its own harvests.
Or that in
time's fullness
the diamonds
of patience
couldn't be
distinguished
from the genuine
in brilliance
or hardness.
by Kay Ryan from Say Uncle. © Grove Press, 2000.
