"sekhel" intellect

Dear Lord,

Thank you that despite his mood, Isaac was still sweet enough to make lunch for me. I should give him some space as he works through this trying period to find some sense of what to do. Thank you that I know he always pulls through and makes something out of nothing for us.

Thank you that I have hope that there are news flying towards me, knocking at my door that will be cause for celebration. I shall check all my mails and do some calls with that very hope. This will keep my fire burning. This will keep us alive. I know there's something behind unopened doors.

Thank you that I still have hope in times like these. Thank you that I am in the act of allowing. And because I am, I have even more hope that everything will work out well. Then whenever I get upset about Isaac's defeatist attitude, I can remember the first thank you and just allow him to be.

Thank you that we did get something after all, it was good Isaac brought the top along. And perhaps it is alright to not get the rest for we might need it at another time. There is no reason to fear. We have not played all our cards yet and we are not dying.

And I am happy that K liked my writing. It's nice to have connected.

Om Namo Hanumantaay Aaveshay Aaveshay Swaahaa,

Celestine