I often meditate while I’m swimming, but today I was thinking of fathers – mine in particular. The youngest of fourteen children he was a courageous young man with lots of dreams about life with my mother whom he adored. But sadly all of that, including their love, was interrupted by war ...
I have found myself constantly drifting back to mothers, mothering and birth since last I wrote. It’s been with me as I awake and again in my meditation before I go to sleep. So I need to revisit it here too ...
The owls that nest in my roof are screeching gently – talking to each other about the night’s adventures and perhaps about the new day. My dogs are silent, there are no stirrings as yet. I love this time of day ...
I hope you’re not feeling as I’m feeling because I’m irritated with myself! This morning started off so beautifully and then it got lost – or I did… It was all my own doing…
I'm just packing ready to leave for home and will be on my veranda in Zambia on Saturday morning. However I'll be back to the UK in a few weeks whereby on Friday 4 May our Professional Day topic will be 'Harmony, Balance and Rhythm' ...