The kids are here. They arrived last night. A story that hides many hidden emotions lies beyond the the events of their arrival.
Saturday. The e-mails from our client/fellow director begin to arrive I see that they are mostly about a meeting between the new Training company and our first client. The e-mails are also being picked up by Linda (also working from her home) . Pretty soon we decide we will need to discuss this and get together. I phone Colleen about the possibility that Linda could pick up the kids on her way.
I got a definite "no", because of other plans. So Linda duly arrives and we do the work. I do what I can and start dinner for the kids and guests. A simple meal of egg-fried rice and a sausage sauce. Now initially Colleen did indicate she would join the dinner but on arrival and seeing Linda's car, she stayed in the car. She wasted little time dropping the kids and left before the doors had closed.
I live in this world. Distorted by resentment, anger and unforgiveness. The hidden rocks that sink unwary canoes are noticeable by a small rise in the water. The complex navigation of river rapids is made more tricky by the hidden rocks. They will eventually erode with time and the constant flow. Sometimes you have to collide with them to shift them, to roll them away.
I have wrecked many a canoe on the rocks of resentment and still, some will not shift. They are not ready.
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