In limbo
Waiting to go
I always loved the Jimmy Cliff song, “Sitting Here in Limbo”… He didn’t sound as if he minded too much, from his rather gentle rendition of the lyrics:
Sitting here in limbo waiting for the tide to flow
Sitting here in limbo, knowing that I have to go…
Yes, we have to go, but we don’t know how or when. And of course, limbo also involves waiting…and waiting…
So, here we are, trying to curb our impatience (I am a highly impatient Aries, unfortunately) while waiting to leave. Jamaica, that is.
However, I am busy storing up memories as we wait. I spend some time in the garden each day, observing and relishing small things:
The little chirrup the tree frogs make when you water the plants where they live;
A silver star floating under a pink cloud in the evening sky;
Our dogs, who love drinking from the bird baths, although they have their own water pot;
The White-winged Doves, flapping noisily in the Bombay mango tree as they settle down for the night;
The piercing call of the White-throated Thrush, and the rattling cry of the Kingbird;
The ecstatic pink burst of a bromeliad, flowering for the first time.
The list is long. So, as time passes, I am thankful for these things, every day.
