Posted on 12th Oct 2021
Natural healing Gaudily-coloured, thoughtless litter, a twisted, traffic-soiled tree. The neglected house with it's burglar-challenging boarding. A slovenly parade of prematurely closed shops. The pushchaired child in a tissue thin frock and summer wellingtons, gawping at a passing hearse, its occupants a study in collective grief. Suddenly, a Blackbird, dark as jet, with a beak the colour of school custard, hops down onto a knuckled branch, opens his throat and sings the first few notes of his honeysuckle song, lifting my soul and I know I will make it through another day.
Posted on 1st Oct 2021
All about me It is an illness. Who, in their right mind wants to feel like this. And that's the point, I'm not. But, it is self-centred, my right to feel unloved, and unwanted. It's all about me. That has to change, for the people who love me, need me even, for those I can help. I have to change, before it's too late.