My Monday choir rehearses in a Primary School and this evening, I was treated to two things to make me smile (as well as our singing, of course) One, in the hall, a paper Spaceship for a lantern parade and on our way out, one of the classroom doors which must delight the pupils.
The following piece of ancient Sanskrit writing, I found when our tiny baby son was undergoing heart surgery where the surgeons gave him odds of 60:40 against his survival. It helped me then and has taken me through other difficult times and, though I am not in need of it right now, I have a number of friends who are and it is for them that I post this here today. If it works for you, then it is for you too, with love.
Look to this day
For it is life,
The very life of life.
In its brief course lie all
The realities and truths of existence –
The joy of growth,
The glory of action,
The splendour of beauty.
For yesterday is but a memory
And tomorrow is only a vision,
But today well lived
Makes every yesterday a memory of happiness
And every tomorrow a vision of hope