The single sock that was driven into the road is still there. It is beginning to lose it’s identity, soon to become a fixture, part of the tarmac. I know how it feels. My gut speaks of my inner struggles, it won’t settle. I am so easily tipped up. God grant me the grace of acceptance.
I dreamt I was walking late at night in Aberaeron. Except that wasn’t really were it was, it was too edgy for that sleepy place. At one point I came upon a group of shadowy men gathered around a brazier. I was scared. Who do we have here? one of them shouted, after catching sight of me. He was young with a laughing face but sinister too. As I turned and walked away he began to follow me. I’m an old married woman, I said, and you are beginning to frighten me, stop following me. He stopped, lifted his hands in a gesture of non-committal, and said, that’s brave of you, and returned to his cronies. I woke aware that I’d faced something and come out OK.
Flat has been cleaned, now to all those little jobs that need doing…..
