Lost for words

I was talking with a long-term friend on Skype and stumbled for a word. Indeed, I paused and admitted I’d lost the word – it was ‘postcode!’ He commented with a big smile: “It’s not often you are lost for words Tony.” In amongst all the words and images – from sound advice to vile hatred for other humans – we look for words of encouragement. For hope. For a way out or through. No doubt there are as many responses as people and ideologies. But for me survival and fulfilment is all too often about being able to change; being able to adapt; being able to focus on practical processes. But right now, to use an ordinary phrase, “that’s easier said than done.”