I awoke with a start. The alarm had sounded at 6.30am;
or rather my ‘must-remember-to-go-running’ reminder had buzzed me awake at this
hour on the cusp of dawn.
My first thought was that a hanging had
collapsed onto the floor inside my apartment, or a cupboard had fallen off its hinges.
I slipped out of bed drearily, opened a few curtains and windows and gingerly crept
in and out my suite of rooms, looking anxiously
for the cause of the clamour, sleepy eyes searching in dreaded anticipation of seeing a broken appendage on
the floor.
Nothing.
As I opened the windows in my daughter's bedroom,
instantly I knew the source of the clatter that had stirred me. A car lay
crashed into a metal post and electrical box, the driver’s door open, but no
other vehicle in the vicinity. It appeared
that the driver had lost control, maybe in trying to swerve to avoid another motor
car, or had simply misjudged the wheel turn. Oddly, only a couple of security guards
from our apartment block stood around, the identity or whereabouts of the driver
unclear.
Later, after I had finally donned my running gear
and made my way downstairs and jogged past the scene
of the incident, I was no further enlightened. No driver, no other car. Later
still – perhaps about an hour after the accident - I saw the car being towed
away by a truck…
I prayed that any persons 'involved' were alright;
and I thought of the Tamil lady who had died from a vehicle collision only last
week…
Continuing my reading of Claxton’s Hare Brain Tortoise Mind, I share with
you a favourite passage from this morning’s quiet time:
“In some moods it is possible to gain glimpses
of what seems to be knowledge or truth of a sort – of a rather deep sort,
perhaps – which is not an answer to a consciously held question; and which
cannot be articulated clearly, literally, without losing precisely that quality
which seems to make it most valuable. There
is a kind of knowing which is essentially
indirect, sideways, allusive and symbolic; which hints and evokes and moves
in ways that resist explication.“ p.173.
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