Advent- Living in the in-between times
I’ve just been stopped still, drawn in by the picture in front of me. It’s framed perfectly, though not on any wall. In fact, I’m outside and the frame is purely of my own making. In my mind’s eye, as I’m walking outside in the fresh air of a crisp, dry November day in Dublin. I’m stopped still and savouring the beauty of three trees in transition. Two are dressed for Autumn, and one has shed its leaves in readiness for winter. Their beauty arrests me, and I stop to allow my senses drink it in. In fear of forgetting it in my mind, I capture it on my phone. The picture before me speaks of change present, as well as of change yet to come. There is more to this than just the beauty of the picture of the in-between time, as autumn moves to winter. It’s personal. Could it be a portent of what’s to come, or maybe just a picture of the present? I’m walking in the grounds of a Dublin hospital. In a season of waiting. An in-between time. I’m an inpatient, wai
