Time for a change of gear, I think. Until now I have been trying to draw everything together: to create a coinherence – a connecting and making sense – of all the disparate events, thoughts, feelings and relationships of my 75 years. Now it is as if I am outside the church before the service begins.
All things are possible. Figuratively speaking it is as if Mrs Llew and I have just bought a new house. I have just started a new job. I write while a lone snowdrop blooms on our lawn after the icy winter and yellow crocuses are in bud.
Enough. We’ll see what happens and where this goes.