Flagrant regard for the title of the blog

As our car rolls beneath the hot sun, passing from mountains to a concrete plain, I clutch tightly at the strings attached to my obligations.  I have to plan a lesson.  I have to remember an appointment next week.  I have marking to do.  But each of these is but a sign above a vast network of other duties and tasks, other strings to hold onto and remember.  My fingers cramp and my muscles ache.

And as my head leans back against the seat-cushion, I relax a bit.  And the Sunday Gospel floats to the surface of my mind: "Tomorrow will worry for itself.  Let today's worries be enough for today."

And slowly, I let go of each string, trusting that what I can do will be enough to continue God's plan of love.

And the beach is very windy.  I smile and wave my arms into the sand-blasting breeze and run into the waves.  The winds pile up water into breaking crests that slam into me and wrestle me off my feet, making me float.  And as I find the rhythm at which they come, I anticipate the coming waves and surge upward to meet them.  For a moment I am carried, flying and weightless, back to shore by a salty, green cascade.