Last week I got knocked down by the flu. It was like I fell into a deep, dark hole where it was difficult to summons the energy to move. While I was at my sickest it felt like I was missing something, but I just couldn’t put my finger on what it was.
As I began to heal and regain my energy I was able to appreciate the little, simple things that I love about living in the country. I listened to the windmill pumping, watched the galahs go about their day and saw the landscape warm up on a cold, frosty morning.
I realised that I was experiencing one of life’s little bumps, one of the lower points in life’s ebb and flow. Just like how the seasons change, “this too shall pass”. I realised that my body needed rest to heal, and with the healing better times would come.
After finding my missing knowledge I’ve rested and taken comfort in knowing that better times are ahead. I’m gradually getting back to normal, and my crochet hook is moving again.
Do you ever need to take comfort in knowing that “this too shall pass”?