My five year old soon to be six asked me one day,”mum why are you always in a hurry?”. I finished the task at hand and as I went back to lie down I found myself really for the first time asking myself the same question. “Really, Mary why are you always in a hurry”. It seems that one is always hurrying to meetup with one deadline or the other; the achievements of the moment quickly forgotten as we reach out for the final one that is always just beyound our grasp. Never realising that the sun is fast setting and we haven’t had a chance to enjoy the day,; or that the summer is fast ending and we haven’t yet found that ever elusive time to admire the scenery. Sometimes we all need to ask ourselves “where am I hurrying to?”and without waiting for a response ,to sit down, relax and enjoy a moment’s pause, cause there are only so many minutes in a day and what’s gone is gone.

It will come in time.