It’s hard to know where to begin… It’s been about a year since my last post and the house is sold, the divorce is final and I did buy that little cottage. I can hear the birds singing in my garden, and the future is mine to shape. Or it will be…
Because, unexpectedly, something far bigger than me took over just as I was finding my feet – the dreaded virus… A lesson, if one was needed, that control is an illusion. So much for travel plans, a visit with my sister, seeing friends and building my business. With a sense of disbelief, I’ve erased my plans for 2020 and settled into living day by day.
It’s strange for a planner to drift, but I’m doing better than expected thanks to another unexpected development – a timely introduction by a mutual friend means I’m not alone in lock-down. I’m lucky to be sharing it with a man with a great capacity for fun, and living a life filled with something I’d almost forgotten for years – laughter. These are uncharted waters for me, but I’m grateful for the gift of learning to see life through a different lens.
It also turns out that, even in lock-down, life can be full of adventures – midnight walks, fish spotting in the local stream, trying new things together. Finding someone who shares my love of nature has rekindled that passion and opened my eyes to even more beauty than I realised was around me. It’s powerful to finally to be able to share what has always been a solo passion.
So, for today, tomorrow, and foreseeable tomorrows, I’ll laugh, and I’ll wonder, and I’ll be grateful. Thoughts of what will happen when “real life” returns will intrude but, for now, I’m enjoying a different path and finding out how much life can move even when you don’t go very far.
A flash of laughter
In those naughty baby blues
And I can love “pause”