We'll meet again
It’s been one hell of a week.
I dare not say too much because I’m sure there are eyes upon me or at least the obligatory Google search isn’t far away.
But I don’t mind admitting it that I’m close to breaking point.
I’ll get through this but there are some choppy waters ahead.
This morning, and I don’t mind admitting it, I felt a deep presence of all those people no longer here. And played (believe it or not) Vera Lynn’s song bearing the above title.
Did I feel sad?
A little but also blessed with all the souls who’d shone so brightly before disappearing into the great ethereal, beatific beyond.
Hopefully, I’ll find the time today to catch my breath from another strained call, or anxious client or another contract but I’m not overly optimistic.
Still, there’s always tomorrow when I can unwind and spend a few hours at Dartington Hall which has become my weekly and deeply nourishing spiritual home.
Much love, Julian
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