FIRING ON ALL CYLINDERS at a rate of knots for weeks and weeks I’ve been fighting a chest infection, and have arrived for a 10 day summer holiday flat out exhausted and coughing like a good ‘un. “That’ll learn you mi lad” – Annie Sanderson would have told me, many years ago. And it has. Bed, books, paints and an even temperature – and I don’t know how many hours flat out asleep – and I’m beginning to feel vaguely human again though my chest is as tight as a drum.
Once again I find I’m revelling in the spectrum that “time-out” brings to the fore. We’re often living life at such speed that we begin to recognise only the odd bit of colour here and there and our thought patterns run the danger of being reduced to the purely black and white. The Cursillo movement, founded in Spain, sometimes uses the greeting Des Colores! – may the colours of life be present for you. It’s a good greeting and a necessary recollection.