Mending

I am mending. I am on the mend, as they say. But it is slow and I still can’t raise my arm fully. I must be patient and let the wisdom of it permeate through. What can I learn from this?

The rain continues to fall. A grey day. There is much to do but I am frustrated by others lack of response. Heigh ho. I shall continue until I am told otherwise. And perhaps it may be just what they are looking for.