Writing is not easy for me these days. I start, stop, stare into space, and try to let the words flow as they have in the past. I seem to meet a blank wall. Nothing is cohesive. I am finding some comfort in meditation, routine, knitting simple facecloths, listening to the incessant rain, talking to my siblings and LM, and holding Ms G close. She knows and complies.
Permission from my soul to just be right now has been granted. Apologies to all and when the sun shines on Chatham once more, perhaps there will be some lovely garden photographs revealing the rewards of all this rain.