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Purse strings of memory

Got home yesterday, 'Darling I can't find my blue purse anywhere'.
Not in the coat in the cupboard upstairs
Nor on the windowsill behind the closed kitchen curtains
Nowhere in the house

'You probably left it at the day centre Granny'
'Oh dear', she is very concerned, 'my key is in there too'
'No Granny, you used your key to get back in'
'But what about my purse? It's nowhere to be found'
'Maybe you dropped it when you were in the minibus, they keep the keys separate for you'
'Oh... ', it's a big deal, then she brightens up, 'I'll go and look in my coat upstairs'
... on the way up... 'and my key is in there too'

so it went on and around.


The supreme good is like water,
which nourishes all things without trying to.
It is content with the low places that people disdain.
Thus it is like the Tao.

In dwelling, live close to the ground.
In thinking, keep to the simple.
In conflict, be fair and generous.
In governing, don't try to control.
In work, do what you enjoy.
In family life, be completely present.

When you are content to be simply yourself and don't compare or compete,
everybody will respect you.
Trouble is I didn't phone the centre today to find out if they've picked it up, ... and I can hear her chairlift going again to check upstairs, less urgent but still a concern. I'd do better be present now...