It was complete, at least it felt so yesterday. And it’s wonderful. I love the delving, the re-reading, the analysing of each word. I am new to it, and I feel my ignorance but it is OK. When I am alone with the books the adventure is mine.
Three things, he said. Write down three things you are grateful for each night before you sleep. I thought about it. I thought about making a little book, or re-using a wee sketchbook. But I did it in my head instead. I lay there and thought of those three things. I have more. But three is good. It was like offering up a prayer. I sent it out there. My thanks.