What's in the story? Surely - who's in the story? The people who catch your eye and smile in crowded public places. The people for whom the anxieties are visitors, not members of the household. The people who know what they know. And the rest of us, carried along by the soul carers.
Reconnected with Ruth over a breakfast of toast and cherries at Archie Brown's (which doesn't actually have an apostrophe) in Truro. Spoke about moving forward and the new beginning. Remember what Ruth said about chopping wood and fetching water. The slow times and the stopped times are also stages on the journey.
Some of us swim like fishes and some of us are skimming stones. Some of us give the gift of need, and some, the gift of transparency. Birds learn to fly.
Reconnected with Ruth over a breakfast of toast and cherries at Archie Brown's (which doesn't actually have an apostrophe) in Truro. Spoke about moving forward and the new beginning. Remember what Ruth said about chopping wood and fetching water. The slow times and the stopped times are also stages on the journey.
Some of us swim like fishes and some of us are skimming stones. Some of us give the gift of need, and some, the gift of transparency. Birds learn to fly.