And..And..And

Maybe life always renews itself. Maybe that's a first principle, a fundamental truth. Maybe the darkest hour is always just before the dawn. Maybe I should learn to trust the process or the Universe, or myself or all three. But anyway, stuff is happening. I have bought a dolls house, a sand tray, and have lists that include paint, cushions, wild animal figures, play doh and a doctor bag. I'm going to do some private therapeutic work with children from home. Prompted by a referral. If there's one, there can be more, is the way I see it, and I'll be getting out and about telling local therapists and practitioners I'm here after my hols. Exciting. Scary. Certainly this project has begun to energise and give me hope. It seems to have a life of its own, and I'm doing my best to follow where it leads.

And I'm joining a group that is part of the Transition Town project. It's calling itself the 'heart and soul' group, and isn't yet on the website. I don't even know what it is going to be, but it is about bringing awareness of psychological processes to the Transition Town project. We'll see where it goes...

And we're off to Edinburgh on Monday to stay at Isabelle's for a few days, and look after her marvellous cats. What a great opportunity she's given us to explore a city I've never visited but which everyone tells me is both beautiful and friendly. And we need a holiday, that is for sure.

So, this unspeakably dull and damp evening, with mist already shrouding the hilltops above our house, and across the valley Stoodley Pike no longer visible, finds me tired but hopeful, pre-menstrual and tense, yet back in the realms of life, and possibility, and refusal to give up!!