I needed to get a pile of documents witnessed and signed at the post office but oh lordy that queue was so long and the sky turned green and I knew it was going to rain so I didn’t cross the street, I just kept walking and thinking of next week and how it all starts again and what if I can’t do it and its too big a job and the cool kids don’t like me and there is nowhere good in Euston Square to get coffee, and I will need to take the Ham & Shitty and while its overground and therefore probably not a terrorist target I suspect that’s mostly because those dear sweet angry misguided boys have traveled on it and ruled it out on the grounds that it is preventing London from moving anyway and so what would be the point, and then I get a text message from B, the lovely woman who works her magic and cleans and irons and they got the results today and its malignant and he has only months and she just can’t come today and my heart breaks for them and I walk home in the rain and I wipe, fold, scrub, polish and cry for her and finally its done and I light the fire and here I sit in my bare feet, grounded in front of Ganesh the remover of obstacles, as the thunder starts and the furs hide under my chair and somehow I know it will all be ok.
yes. grounded, and connected. sending love her way, and yours. xx
thanks x
As my dear Mama used to say, “Life isn’t always a bed of roses”. Bloody shame that it ain’t. Am sending love too. x
your mama was so wise x
It’s all relative, ain’t it? Sending love to her and her family …
It really is. Thanks honey.
I don’t think you’re going to need any luck with your new work-based adventures – you are not only enough, you are plenty!
PERSPECTIVE.
Bold.
Beautiful.
Bittersweet.
Thank you for your consistently shapely and alive view of the world as it moves around, within and without you.