Thursday 28 January 2016

Unshared Untouched Wholeness






















Just ducks at Torcross tonight....too tired to write.

 Robin leaves me a message on the answerphone which I pick up this evening when I get home. He sounds cheerful.  He's started the drip. Everyone on the ward is being lovely with him.... and he gets tired. Like he does at home.

It's quiet for me without him here. The night wraps itself round me - a delicious stillness. Listening to my own breathing. Sometimes a car goes past but mostly it's all my own air. The space of it belongs to me......my heart growing bigger in the unshared, untouched wholeness of it.

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