I’m exhausted.
I’m glad I put a tag on my last blip because it has reminded me of what had struck me over those days. I had listened to Young Again on my journey…Alastair Campbell … and her question that pervades this series, ‘what would we like to tell our younger self?’
My instinctive internal response was that I wasn’t sure I could face my younger self and let her see, or know, the reality. I would struggle to tell her ‘all will be well’. I would struggle not to say, ‘I’d give it a miss if I were you’.
I wouldn’t want her to see the unrelenting pain and yet I wouldn’t want to feel I had to hide that true self and that reality from her (otherwise it feels it would create a rent in the fabric of honesty and truth … a fundamental break in the integrated self, or something…and whatever that is).

I would however say to her, that she has all she needs, and to hang on to that. Hang on to the geese and the relationship with place that will be enduring and sustaining throughout relentless loss. Hang on to the sound of the geese and the shroud slap on masts and of the ineffable connection that at some sense you are aware of but are unable to express.

So, that was the last blip. On to this one …

A jumble … 
Work
Assisted dying 
Anniversary 
Retirements of others and their impact 
Sorting
Custodianship
Elusive sleep

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_2vRbNehGB0