Again some months have passed since I last wrote to you.
I have been settling in and moving through my days as gently as possible….finding my feet back in my home town of Portsmouth.
It is very strange and often sad to be here without my beloved Richard, and still there is much to be enjoyed in coming home…an easy familiarity and a kind of comfort in seeing the faces of people I know, both dear friends and those whose faces I am familiar with but whose joys and struggles are a unknown to me. There is a sense of being recognised by the streets I have walked down since I was eight years old. Flashes of memory and iterations of my life everywhere I choose to pay attention
I love greeting the sea every morning as I walk my little dog Frida and I can feel the soothing balm of belonging, not just to the people here but to this place. My body relaxes somewhat and my normal full on travel plans seem less appealing….I am becoming a little more rooted and happy to be so.
There is much more I could say about the schemes and dreams flitting around my head like butterflies, but I have little desire too catch anything and pin it down for now…I guess it might be a time for dreaming and listening…and that’s ok with me.
A wise friend recently shared a saying with me – a falling tree makes more noise than a growing forest. He remarked on the seemingly lost skill of listening out for the quiet things…perhaps learning how to tune into what he calls the weak signals might serve well in times like these.
So this message is just to say hi, to let you know I am still here and to update on what I am offering to the world in the coming weeks and months.
I am grateful to be working again with Jason and Gayano on Returnings, a 5-day gathering for grief which we will share for the third time in March, and also delighted to be offering The Daring Way™ for the first time in the UK at the end of February. More info below.
With love and blessings.