Today I lost my temper. Not visibly, but inside. I spend some time in anger, even retalliating. Which is probably for the best, as the guy in question is quite dense and would not get the message any other way. But the whole thing gave me a headache. As I cycled home, I decided not to listen to an audiobook but to a documentary about Hildegard von Bingen.
I wished I had done so this morning. Her music is so beautiful, so pure and cleansing. Just what the doctor ordered. The documentary also cited some of her poetry:
The feather flew, not because of anything in itself but because the air bore it along
Thus am I, a feather on the breath of God.