Mixed

Want to say something not sure what. Life is very full, very rich, very hard ... to mix a string of metaphors. I'm busy, and my head and heart are full. It is an intense time with a lot to digest. It does not easily yield its pleasures and joys, though they are nonetheless there, waiting to be prised out of the ground. Specifically? Work is a strange dance with many movements, and takes me well out of the proverbial comfort zone several times a week. Especially tomorrow when I start with my first group of medical students. Deep breaths and Sauvignon blanc (tonight the Sauv, the deep breaths both now and then!) And A is going through storms, with his feet on the ground and his face forward, wet with rain and tears. And I am here at the end of a phone, firmly tied by heart-strings, and going down to see him and hug him in a couple of weeks.

The fire glows gloriously red in the wood burner, the wind intense in its urgent whisperings, today a symphony of hail and rain, sun and rainbows.