Phase

A bowl of greengages waits to be stewed with some honey. I'll top them with a crumble of brown and white flour, oats, walnuts, brown sugar then bake. Outside sparrows are fluttering as they hang onto the fat-ball holder attached to the fence, and peck the deliciousness therein. After a warm and mostly sunny day, the clouds are gathering, the light dimming.

My life is in a state of transition, with a good beginning made to establishing some private work with children, and a job application in for a day a week as a student counsellor at an FE college. As it approaches the year mark since the shit hit the fan when the complaint was made about my blog, I feel at last clear and certain signs of recovery. I have a renewed sense of my own professional (and personal) worth and potential, renewed determination and enthusiasm for the next phase of my life. And an increasing ability to see that since I definitely did not want to be in that job by now anyway, I may just be in exactly the place where I'm meant to be.