The view from my window
I am peering through my window into the future, through a portal to unpredictable days, where two worlds touch — the pre COVID-19 past and a future I cannot see clearly. ‘For now, we see through a glass, darkly’
My vision is clouded. I can peer as intently as I like and wish for gypsy confidence that the portal will reveal what I really want. The poet Rumi said ‘You must ask for what you really want’. What do I really want? And why is it so difficult to diagnose and act on what is happening in the world at present?