January 12, 2010
I sat in traffic this morning for a very long time.
You know that feeling when you are just sitting there, nothing is happening, your mind wanders and then the mental ping pong begins.
You start to think of all the things you have to do, should have done and then panic sets in.
You start talking to yourself..."I am going to forget all this!
Where is my notebook, where is my pen...where is my trusty little voice recorder?"
I stare at my new iPhone with frustration. "Stupid thing...why can't I get the voice recorder to work." I can never seem to get past "hello."
I look in the back seat and there sits my trusted dog, Tika, who still smells from her journey to the UK from New Zealand last week.
That is another thing I have to do....find a pet service to clean her.
Of course, that then leads to another thought and another thought and then I want to call my forever cheerful Mr. H and say 'what are we doing here?'
I want warmth, I want my pillow, I want my sheets, I want happy children, I want my house...I want to be sitting by the pool!
So there I sat, inching my way around the roundabout...with 100 other English motorists (who are not as friendly as Kiwi motorists I might add) and then I saw it.
A little sign in the middle of a garden patch, surrounded by snow and the first signs of spring, buds reaching to the sky.
The sign said 'FIELD OF HOPE'.
And there I sat...inching my way along the roundabout with a smile on my face.
Image from Cox and Cox