Leaky Shoes

By Lynn, on May 25th, 2008

Wandering through my little garden, thinking a few thoughts. I’ve bought curriculum before and not used it. I’ve had good intentions before and not followed through.

I’ve sometimes had much higher aspirations than I’ve been willing to climb. Not all is bad, not all is lost, but in some things I wish I’d tried harder, worked a little longer, been more consistent.

Believed more. Worked longer to see beliefs turn into reality. Quieted myself and hid from unworthy things, given my time and strength to what mattered most.

Little by little, word by word, languages are learned. Note by note, hour by hour, hard musical pieces are memorized. Kiss by kiss, hug by hug, kind word by kind word, labor of love after labor of love, men and women are grown up from little boys and girls.

Walking and thinking. I’m thankful I’ve loved my children with expectations but without reservations. I’m glad to have been given the understanding that sometimes weeds have more to offer than flowers. Looks can be deceptive. I’m glad it’s never too late to start doing better, no matter what we’re talking about.

There’s an Irish proverb that says:

It’s no use carrying an umbrella if your shoes are leaking.

I guess that’s where my thoughts are, in a way. No need talking, if my walk doesn’t line up. If what really matters is not being tended to, there’s no need in putting on great airs. I guess I just want to see what’s important and be willing to do it.

Lynn