Sometimes

Sometimes, life potters along merrily. Nothing much really happens and weeks go by, weekends providing a welcome break from the usual routine of work life and the weekly committments of having two teenagers with busy social lives who need taxiing from A to B and back again!

Sometimes, something may happen and a small pebble is thrown into your pool of family life. It makes a few ripples that momentary upset the balance, but then the surface soon calms and normality is restored.

Sometimes, in the other extreme, a huge boulder is hurled into that pool, causing a tidal wave of havoc and flooding that causes so much damage the effects are pretty long term and long lasting.

And sometimes, having recently experienced a long run of the first, and the sudden, sharp shock of the second, our little pool seems to be the target of a little group of pebble throwers, who have decided to sit on our shores with their camp fire buring, and a large pile of pebbles at the ready. Sometimes the pebbles skim and bounce, hardly touching the surface of the pool, but each skim causing the smallest vibration and disturbance to the mirror-glass surface. Sometimes the pebbles bounce enthusiastically, skim after skim, across the surface, each touch causing a violent, sharp shock to the surface, a myriad of rings, spreading out from various points on the pools, each ring then colliding with each other and causing disharmony and discord for a while and then settling down again. Ocassionally, one of the younger revellers, who has not yet perfected the art of stone skimming, throws their pebbles directly into the pool, pebble after pebble, not skimming but landing with a large plop in the pool and sending wave after wave of ripples that race raggedly along the surface, this way and that, causing wave after wave of irritation which, coming so closely together, really disrupt the smooth surface of the pool, so much so, that one hopes against hope, that each stone is now going to be the last and leaves us wondering how many stones can possibly left in this stock-pile.

We know that the surface will be calm again.

We know that the ripples, though damaging, will eventually reach the shore and peter out.

We know that our pool of life is blessed one and that it has good strong foundations and well constructed walls and enough water to withstand the odd leak or overflow.

But that does not stop it being rippled..

Sometimes.

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