Wow. Monday morning. A new chapter begins. And oh, how much I love Mondays.
As I pulled the blinds open this morning, expecting to see the endless blue sky stretching wide above me and the Han River shining like a silvery blue ribbon below. But to my surprise, the sky was so grey and heavy, almost like my own thoughts these past few weeks. The river, usually so clear and the bluest color I’ve ever seen, was muddy from the weekend’s rains.
Even the most beautiful things in nature have their off days, don’t they?
For a moment, I wondered how they would clean this up and how the water would ever go back to its brilliant blue – my favourite blue. But then I smiled at my own thought. Silly me!! Nature doesn’t need any fixing. It knows how to heal. The dirt will settle and become a layer at the bed, perhaps? The current will carry away what doesn’t belong. And soon, the river will be so clear again that we’ll see our reflections dancing on its surface.
Maybe that’s how it is for us, too.
The storms we face in life stir things up inside us. They make our thoughts and emotions cloudy, heavy, so hard to see through. But in time, the chaos usually calms. The dust eventuallly settles, and sometimes become a part of us, leaving us behind with a stronger, steadier version of ourselves.
These past few weeks have been tough; both personally and professionally. Some days felt like I was wading through murky water, unsure if it would ever clear.
But just like the river, I’m learning to let the dust settle. To trust that the turbulence has a purpose. That even the mess becomes part of the story. My story.
And slowly, clarity might return. The heaviness will lift. The water might soften into its blueness again.
Maybe that’s what healing looks like — not rushing to fix what’s broken, but allowing time to do its quiet work.
Soon, the river will reflect the sky again. And so will I.