354/444 Healing from Infidelity: Idyll
Hat tip to my friend, Jim Cress for posting this.
A stretch of necessarily idle time lay before him,rare in his life these days, so much so that he feltanxious at first rather than calm, but just at first. He gradually waded out into the deeps of doingabsolutely nothing productive by man’s standardsand thought busy hands are equally the devil’s tools. Pitter-patter. It began to rain in his mind. An efficientman would’ve hoisted an umbrella and hustled, but hesensed the drops a compelling and generous providence of Nature, so he sat in the downpour and got soaked tothe bone by memories long-stored in his attic, and forthe first time in a long time he felt a friend to himself. Check out this and more at http://thebeautifuldue.wordpress.com/2012/08/23/idyll