Rainy season, rainy season good old rainy season! Slowly, gradually the skies clear,the mercury rises and we enjoy slivers of sunshine. This is the time of year when we might even see rainbows.
This is also the time of year when we are more likely to be caught out by surprise rainstorms as we think the sky is clear. Tuesday morning saw an unusually hard downpour before I was due to leave home in the morning. I left a little early to allow extra time. As soon as I walked through the gate I was confronted with a highly confusing picture. Right in front of me, where the road should have been, I could see children splashing as if they were in a swimming pool or river. Where our street gently slopes downwards, our little lane had indeed become a river! Further down I could see men waist deep in water. Apart from an inch or two of water, I have never seen our street flood, unlike many other parts of the city. Now it was completely inundated.
Incredibly, most folks were going about their daily business and wading through the murky water. Children being carried or clinging on to the back of a bicycle as they get a lift, quite literally, to school, and the monks continuing to gather alms. All seemingly oblivious, at the most, slightly inconvenienced. While I stood like a complete wimp at the water’s edge phoning my office and taking photos before I returned home to wait.
I was surprised that the waters receded fairly quickly, leaving major traffic jams and water-logged little cars stranded haphazardly around town. Soon there was little sign that the community had been inundated.
And amidst this, I feel emotionally inundated though perhaps it is not visible. Work intensities take up enormous reserves of energy and time; I continue to strive to take time to smell the orchids, and have weekends and evenings filled with reading, writing and photography pursuits; working with a small group of women to organise awareness activities appropriately; swimming and cycling between downpours…….. In addition to that though, my mind is trying to assort and address some extras. It is nearly 6 months since my father’s death and that is in my mind constantly, unexpected prompts catching me by surprise, yet feeling that it is too long ago for many to realise that the pain is so raw. Healthwise, I am hurtling along “anniversary season”, having just marked the four year point from finding the lump, and being only 48 hours away from my four year cancerversary – the day that everything shifted and changed. The day I heard those words “this is highly suspicious of cancer”. And just to add to the overflowing maelstrom in my head, I will travel to Bangkok for my Big Checks in just over a week.
There is not a great deal I can do, other than keep on swimming as the waters swirl around me, aware that Capt Paranoia is swimming towards me. I crave calmer waters and sunny skies.
For the moment though I must hold on to the thought that this inundation will also pass, in its own way.