We must declare ourselves, become known; allow the world to discover this subterranean life of ours which connects kings and farm boys, artists and clerks. Let them see that the important thing is not the object of love, but the emotion itself.
Hello again, dear bloggy friends. I got back to Norfolk on Thursday after the most glorious, amazing, astonishing heaven and earth birthday holiday you could ever imagine in the Seychelles and my beloved Africa. I did however get a bit side-tracked towards the end of our month away by an almighty collapse which had me spending several days in the ICU at Panorama Hospital in Cape Town. Absolutely world class doctors and nurses who saved me from popping off this mortal coil – how lucky am I? Then four days of rest and recuperation overlooking breathtaking views of the sea, the sky - and a whale who came to say hello – before being cleared for take-off. Escorted like a movie star back to Englando with nurse and lots of energizing oxygen. Will catch up with everyone when I stop wobbling in a day or so. Love, love, love to you all.
It was with great sadness and shock that I learned on my return that a very special blog friend, Renee of Circling My Head had died after an enormously courageous fight against Inflammatory Breast Cancer. It was in so many ways that Renee’s life enriched ours. I thank her for her love and friendship, for her intelligence and poise, for her vibrant irreverence and wit – and especially for her courage which was an inspiration to us all. Renee was, and will always remain a legend. I miss you so much darling sisterfriend - and I reach out across that sky we share and send warm love to your precious family in this time of their pain.
Ah, the company of birds
I loved and cherished on earth
Now, freed of flesh we fly
Together, a flock of beating wings,
I am as light, as feathery,
As gone from gravity we soar
In heavenly circles.
Sasha Moorsom (1931-1993)