Through The Looking Glass

It felt as if one’s entire world was one, long Sunday afternoon. Nothing to do. Nowhere to go.

Patience never wants Wonder to enter the house: because Wonder is a wretched guest. It uses all of you but is not careful with what is most fragile or irreplaceable. If it breaks you, it shrugs and moves on. Without asking, Wonder often brings along dubious friends: doubt, jealousy, greed. Together they take over; rearrange the furniture in every one of your rooms for their own comfort. They speak odd languages but make no attempt to translate for you. They cook strange meals in your heart that leave odd tastes and smells. When they finally go are you happy or miserable? Patience is always left holding the broom.

" It’s hard convincing yourself that where you are at the moment is your home, and it’s not always where your heart is. Sometimes I win and sometimes not "