Sometimes you feel a connection.
To someone, to a place maybe or even an event.
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It was a challenge to hear much above the general hubbub, the incessant din, that suddenly appeared when the group stepped out of their training room and onto the sun-baked terrace.
Because we are not the large bank balance, the expensive house or the new car. We are not even the exam results or the job title or the company that employs us.
Driving past a place that I have driven past before, I realised that I had never really seen it. Noticed, yes, but never properly seen. A place so quintessentially English with it’s old-fashioned village green, church and pond.
It’s been like winter here, proper winter, for a change.
I know we had some snow a couple of weeks back. But that lasted just a few hours before it disappeared.
And when the never ending monotony of grey and wet and generally miserable days drains your mood and slowly, insipidly, chips away at your mental health.
Our world of grey, of depressingly cancelled pre-Christmas delight, of tiers and bubbles and of no physical contact, is feeling today exactly as it looks.
Where are the words, where are they, when you feel your heart swelling, reacting, in ways that just need to be shared?
You know how it is, when you wake up and nervously pull back the curtains, knowing that you have something rather special arranged for today and that you really, really want the weather to be kind to you?
It becomes the focus of my positivity or general frustration, perhaps even more so when all around seems confused and unclear.
During turbulent times we all need an opportunity to reach out and find our moment of peace.
Because in these strangest of strange times, when anxiety seems to be caused by things we would barely have considered just a short while ago, It’s probably good to embrace a little nostalgia when the opportunity appears..
If I had to make a list of my favourite things, I strongly suspect that a wood clothed in bluebells would make an appearance.
And now, today, it would appear, I have found out that during a lock down in a busy house, there really is nowhere to hide when you need to.
I heard those words earlier from someone known for their positive outlook on life.
What do you do when one member of a grown up, locked down, family decides that the rules don't apply to them?