The Exorcist

Extract from 'The Exorcist' by William Peter Blatty

'The sun sinks to rise again; the day is swallowed up in the gloom of night, to be born out of it, as fresh as if it had never been quenched. Spring passes into summer, and through summer and autumn into winter, only the more surlely, by its own ultimate return, to triumph over that grave towards which it resolutely hastened from its first hour. We morn the blossoms of May because they are to wither; but we know that May is one day to have its revenge upon November, by the revolution of that solemn circle which never stops - which teaches us in our height of hope, ever to be sober, and in our depth of desolation, never to despair.'

This quote gets me through some tough times and boy am I going through them at the moment. I feel I am taking a tentative step forward and then staggering back 10 and landing on my arse. Yet, still I fight, still I get up with a new day and tickle Maggie, write my blog and work on my photographs and crafts (useless though it may be in grand scale of life). Everyday I fight, everyday I am that seedling struggling for the light, the forgotten plant in the corner that might just look after itself, the tatty one with the discoloured leaves that sometimes surprises you with a flush of shy, humble, petite flowers.

I want to be excited, I want the joy of Spring to enter into my life but it isn't happening as much as I will it. Look at this utterly adorable little face and what do you see??? I see the world mocking me, getting on with life as I stagnate.

Sorry to be a grump, but I need to write this out as well as ride it out. Tomorrow I shall speak of Andy and his little problem ;) that may cheer you up.... x