So many of my friends are struggling. One lost his job, another tried to hurt herself and ended up in hospital. One friend’s father died recently, another has so much anxiety he has trouble stepping out his front door. Many of my friends are also doing well, but it seems like this spring has been particularly tough. Today, I went walking with a friend. We shared stories of past struggles, how we’d both made it through parting with husbands and lovers, raising children, finding friends and earning money. We walked near Queens Wood, the bluebells in early bloom.
Some of the stories we shared were laced with ghosts and magic, and in the shadows just beyond lay fear, death, and loneliness. As we were talking, it struck me how we all look for signs, something to tell us if this is the right thing to do or if it is a mistake. I shared with her a story of how I once moved on my own back into a house I’d lived in with an ex-husband. Read More »Maybe You Want to Take a Walk?