Anyone who is familiar with the works of Eckhardt Tolle will know this phrase well.  And it’s a phrase I find myself saying in countless situations.  But most especially of late as turbulance, tribulations and trials abound.  Anyone who knows me will, I am sure, not describe me as a fly-by-the-string-of-her-panties kind of gal.  Definitely not.  I’m a planner, a person who likes to know what’s what where and when, from what’s for dinner tomorrow to what I’m going to be doing in 20 years time.  Well, this has not been a week I had planned on…

For a start, even though it was planned, I officially quit my day job at the beginning of last week and would appreciate being handed an umbrella as the parachute I held on to is now well and truly gone.  I now know what Paul Weller meant when he sang the words:

Help me I’m sinking so fast into waters unplanned
That I once held onto but have got out of hand
Now the things that I loved are the things I can’t stand

Then, three days before the recording of our first CD begins, my daughter gets appendicitis and has to be hospitalised for six days.  Which meant no practise for me for the last week.  So you’ll all have to forgive any wobbly notes or bungled rhythms on our CD…

Need I mention that I got a cold at the end of last week, my fifth one in the last six months?  I’ve gotten so used to them I could sing a Verdi opera with one these days…

And today is the 25th anniversary of my dad’s death…

But then I went for a very short walk yesterday to a park near Du’s place before our recording session and looked around me – the days getting longer and warmer, the snow of just a few days ago melting and turning into a shadow of its former self, the children playing in the playground, the oldies playing petanque.  And then I look at myself and think, yes, everything is just as it should be.  Because WHAT IS, IS.