Someone wrote to me, 'This place called sadness doesn't keep us forever.'
Unfortunately, it still has a hold over me & a genuine smile feels like standing on shaky ground.... what happens after that?
I went to the English countryside...
Traipsing in foreign lands takes my mind off things. And for that i love my job.
And then the magnificent Roman baths..
Tea at the oldest house in Bath... a too-huge Sally Lunn bun with cinnamon butter & clotted cream.
On the way back to London... I make another purse while trying not to nod off to dreams of enchanting English villages.
Human relationships are so strange to me now... i am learning to build them again one by one. But making something with my hands feels real & down-to-earth & simple.
Thank you for all your messages, i appreciate them very much.
