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Category Archives: Gratitude
Among the pilgrims there’s lots of talk about the best way to prevent pain…I’m using boots that feel comfortable and are a size bigger than normal to give sweating/expansion room, plus cushioned socks. Also, apparently baby-soft feet are the thing … Continue reading
I’m singing. I guess this is a good sign. Not for anyone listening of course…but it means my brain is finally turning away from sadness to….singing.
I remember thinking this before…maybe it was when someone else died…I could see myself on a train…and on this train I’m chugging along and I’m looking out the window and people get on and I am with them and after … Continue reading
4.30 am. Wake up. Cry. Brush teeth. Cry. Breakfast. Cry. I don’t want to wake up in a world without my beloved in it. The beloved that is only a cat. Shower. Cry. A lead ball where my heart should … Continue reading
There are times in everyone’s life when something happens that marks a boundary…when things will never be as they were; when things are going to be different.
This morning, this arrived in my inbox:
It’s quite rare to get a really decent summer in the UK…Wimbledon (starting week after next) is invariably marked by torrential rain…that’s how you know it’s July.
I know the smell of fire…a small but damaging one broke out at home when I was young. Now I’m imagining my lovely house as a charred, blackened, unrecognisable space…and several members of my family missing. How would that hole … Continue reading
A recent pre-election chat with my 23 year old journalist niece, H, made me realise that some young people are pretty angry and think that things can barely get any worse…we are in a dark place she said. The terror … Continue reading