What to say on this Sunday morning? The week has been one of tough reflection. Not easy with each day bringing yet more troubles.
Friday marked thirteen years since mum died. Today is Mother's Day. I've always struggled with that. Do I want to go back and look at the past?
My cousin Cedric always tells me to let go of the past. I think the past should let go of me.
The career that I worked so hard to get has been an emotional journey of highs and many lows. Currently lows are threatening to overwhelm me. But I will fight on.
The pages of time keep turning. Where next? At the moment I'm desperate for change for the present feels too painful.
Picking out the good though Friday and Saturday were calm days as noted by others. Today less so as the dreams were bad.
Yesterday I went to Borough Market and had a lovely if expensive day. Great was the booty from that trip.
In the here and now I'm listening to Handel's The Choice of Hercules and about to cook roast chicken for lunch. My friend Gary is coming round. I'll take a nice lunch, good company and the sun shining for today's page in time.
I Heard a Voice.