Self isolation... 7 years and counting.
I get the feeling that a lot of folk don’t really get how isolated a lot of other folk are much of the time.
It is the guilt and shame that can accompany depression that can be so crippling. Even though you know it is so unhelpful it is hard not to feel the shame of not being able to live this one life especially when young life feels under threat.
Full body scan at Stanmore today ...
https://www.blipfoto.com/entry/2682743125448855077

Today as I walked I saw no-one.
The earth was full of the sound of water.
The roar of the racing stream filling the valley.
The bubbling, gurgling and splashing of this runnel rushing down to join in.
The guttural echos of underground watercourses as yet unseen full of anticipation of the moment when they spring forth into the light.
The constant splash, splash, splosh of each step as I plod on with the occasional suck of saturated moss and mud.
‘Let me be your rainbow’, says the dying blade of grass as it forms a perfect arc over a rock.
Overheard a peregrine called out.