All posts tagged: waiting

Midnight Musings…

It’s 11:14pm and I can’t sleep. We went to bed early – big day, big weekend in fact. So tired, we said. And I lay in the dark, shifting arms and legs every-which way, to side, to back, to front, to side – nothing comfortable. Then, flat on my back, I entertained the ideas piling in my head like a traffic jam, allowed the list of to-dos their fussing space, scrutinising the finer details of prescriptions to fill, work meetings to attend and school lunches to make. This happens often enough. Sometimes it’s God wanting some time when the house is quiet; He who sustains my body wanting to sustain my soul. But I wondered too if it was more to do with the fact that a white-tail spider dropped from my pyjamas when I grabbed them from under my pillow tonight. Yes, I squealed. Like a girl. And waited for hubby to aid its exit before sweeping down the entire bed and shaking those pjs like they’d committed a serious felony. You know the crawling …

What the Turtles Told Me About Resting and Waiting

Every evening at dusk on our recent holiday to Vanuatu we paddled a canoe from our island resort to a nearby reef.  Once positioned where juicy beds of seaweed waved long fingers in the tide, we lifted our paddles to nurse them on our knees and wait.  We scanned the translucent blue, drifting, silent. And then we would hear the telltale sigh or snort, the release of air as a sea turtle surfaced nearby.  We would watch their head and shell break through the salty deep to glance left, right, left and dive once more. Hubby and I would share a wordless smile. Every day these shy creatures would venture into the shallows to feed on the sea grasses at dusk and dawn.  Sometimes they would swim in reaching distance of our canoe and glide beneath us, giving a rare glimpse at their mottled backs and flippers.  But the instant we dipped our paddles back into the water to follow them or attempt to get a closer look, they would disappear, leaving nothing so much …