The water lilies are out on the lake. The dragonflies are darting across the rippling water. And the cost of cherries is now acceptable. Summer is here. It has been a beautiful, warm if humid day. Back in the days of my darkness I used to take refuge amongst the reeds and lilies on the nearby canal. It was a secret place hidden by water and land. It is where I listened to that voice. One afternoon I shared my spot with an adder sunning itself. We co existed peacefully for 3 hours. I've always loved water and lilies. Tragically a couple of week ago I saw my very sacred spot on the BBC website after a young woman was dragged in there and sexually assaulted by an unknown man early one morning. An appalling tragedy and desecration. Not how I wanted to see my place.
Life is quiet now, students few and far between and a time to catch up. My culinary forays have been limited but successful. Tonight it is a Vietnamese pork curry. I raided the Chinese supermarket today returning laden with goodies to my bare cupboards. Tomorrow I am eating and drinking in Meldreth with my old Cambridge friend Hugh. Not seen him for a couple of years. Then back to my culinary adventures over the weekend. Prague is looming.
Of the students I have seen the girl who came on Monday had been known to me by name and story for some time but I had yet to meet her. She rather surprised me by saying she is reading "A Pillar of Impotence". Apparently her care co-ordinator had recommended it. Her comment was "I feel like you have been stalking my life!" Yet again it is not just my story, that was a reason I wrote it. Then tonight a moving and heartfelt commentary on it by a man I have known since my singing days as a child. He seemed stunned and in awe of it. But Simon it is not to be awed it, just the strange twists of fate that has been my life. Somehow I survived.
Onwards we go. It is good to hear praise but it is not deserved. Another step tomorrow, then another, can any of us do more than that?
I Heard a Voice.
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