Hope springs eternal.
It was another plan B type day. I had a nice day of work planned and a large chunk of the day was to be spent on German lessons. While I am happy that I was ahead already and finished last week’s homework and the teacher threw some extra work my way, I don’t feel like the last week was very good on many if any levels.
It just seems I am a duck out of water, trying to find the shore to get back in the water and do what I have done and am capable of doing. I guess there are other plans and things to work on these days.
There are moments where I think, “stay or go?”
Then you have hope bringing you up to a new place. The sign tonight was walking out of the place that has become a bit of a second home here, the capuchin monk’s church. As I wrote previously, it isn’t the biggest, grandest, or prettiest in the area – what it is, is the stillest and quietest.
If they actually had light to read, I probably would get lost in time and spend hours into the night if I could, reading the lessons form old Greek ascetics, whose problems and issues are no different than what we have today.
I think we might have more distractions and choices in the world today – but I don’t know if it is any more or less difficult than anytime in mans history?
Hope came when I walked out of the darkened space, went to go over to where they have buried many of the brothers in a spot next to the church. It is interesting to look at the type of iron crosses they have, the age of most of the monks, and how they touched the local people in town. Some have pinwheels and other very personal effects placed near their headstone that has one ponder, “I wonder what the actual meaning of that is?”
What made me smile was seeing all sorts of really pretty flowers blossoming in between the headstone rows. While all the other spots in town have some flowers growing – they are all in pots.
I have no explanation for why there are so many flowers coming out of the ground where the brothers are laid in rest, but I found it a nice sign.
“Never give up hope, I know where you are. Don’t worry, just let me lead and stop trying to tack control of the steering wheel!” the creator might say.
Thankfully, he does put little signs and wonders out so I don’t loose all hope.
Now, on to German lessons, I guess the odd stories of Sundays game will have to wait.