Hubbie then headed for Chirk Castle. I had forgotten the breath-taking view and the glorious gardens. This year I have seen much fewer bees and butterflies, now I know why – they were all at Chirk. Who can blame them, it is a wonderful place.
It reminded me of some lines from one of my favourite poets David Whyte:-
“this is the good day
meet your love,
this is the black day
to you could die.
This is the day
how easily the thread
between this world
and the next”
Extract from The House of Belonging by David Whyte.
My step-father is being investigated for a suspicious tumour. The church organist from my mother's church literally dropped dead last week. These events remind me of the importance of these family weekends and of “striding out” whenever we can.
Promise me that this week you will do something you have meant to do for a long time and then tell me about it in the comments below.