The death of a friendship

It’s day 1 of the therapy break and I’m already feeling J’s absence. It was a tough weekend, and even tougher because I knew I wasn’t going to have therapy today. I know I’ll survive, but I can’t help feeling daunted by the prospect of two weeks without seeing J. The weekend brought some big…

We’ve reached the other side

Christmas has been and gone and I am relieved. All that horrendous, over-hyped build up came to its usual disappointing crescendo and instantly faded in the customary anti-climax by the afternoon of the 25th. I had thoroughly de-Christmassed my house by lunchtime on Boxing Day. That’s all very cynical, but I think being a grinch…

I will always be gentle

I plant my feet on the border I am held in between I strive to look forward I will see the horizon I hear those good intentions and I strain to disseminate I am not worthless I can make a difference I am not to blame so I must forgive myself I float among kind…