.... a new life. As we all are in one way or another.
The Guardian newspaper runs a series of articles called Widower of The Parish by a man whose wife has died....He says 'Once you have accepted that the life you had is unrecoverable, you might just be able to create a new one that isn't just simply the old one but sadder.'
This item from Christina Rasmussen's blog struck a chord with me, particularly as I am going on a train journey soon.
Sometimes I listen to these meditations and find them helpful.
Snippets from a conversation or a song can resonate - 'One day I'll fly away, leave all this to yesterday.' which I thought of when I flew to Berlin.
2016 will always be for me the year that my husband Barry died, the hardest year I ever had, and much of it felt like wading through treacle. In slow motion. Exhausting.
I like this little being from a Christmas card - Just how I feel of late..a bit fragile, wobbly, but still upright!
Here's to wobbling on :-)