Winds of Change

No it's not my boyriend's bean stew I'm talking about weather, gusty breeze, longer days, shivering in the sun. A feeling that the year is cracking open like a hard shelled egg.The usual 'stay or go' dilemma coupled with awareness that choice can be a soft bed to sink into. I'm doing new bits of paid and voluntary work, helping with mental health training sessions for student doctors and nurses through Experts by Experience, also waiting till my DBS is cleared before I give English language practice to a family of new arrivals in the UK. I'm chugging along with my writing, some goes here, some elsewhere.

And sometimes the feeling that the big pie in the sky lies over the rainbow, far away from little Exmouth. London, Argentina...

Don't run, don't cry, but maybe grow my new skills by stealth. Choices are good and pie may not be a lie.