Tuesday was one of those surreal days when the usual routines are put on hold and breathing needs to be remembered. A family member required some surgery on a limb after a sports injury.
Tight time keeping was the focus of the day’s beginnings to ensure all instructions were followed and check-in was completed.
Time then ballooned out into waiting, waiting, waiting. The clock was watched and minds wondered about the call to the operating theatre and when that would come.
That point of hugs, whispered words and a long ride away down a long corridor came. For the support crew time again slowed as calculations were made and fears were encouraged to quieten.
A walk in the hospital grounds had some appeal to help reduce the feeling of simply hanging around,
to search out some light and colour,
and to try sitting patiently in nature.
Shadows threatened to seep in again
but here were reminders of just how many hands were reaching out to help
and fingers skilled at repairing and healing were working for the best.
Relief flooded us all with the patient’s return and with a positive report.
Perspectives cleared with focus returning to a more outward view.
When the neighbour’s dog had barked non-stop for 50 minutes today I picked up my camera and headed to Pauatahanui for some peace and quiet and some fresh air.
Our long fine summer continues and the sky was intensely blue and cloudless.
My eye was caught by these skyscapes.
The church is St Albans, an Anglican church which dates back to the time of the early European settlement in the area. It is special to my family as two of my children have been married in this church.
I also took some more photos of the rosehips on show in the nearby Burial Ground but I will save those for another post.