The very briefest of postcards from the edge today I'm afraid as Time - that old winged harpy - is, once again, against me . . .
First of all A very Happy 1st October; und dreimal weiße Kaninchen to you all! It is now a month since I began this long days journey into trite and sadly, since the very enervating events of yesterday, I find myself in a less than celebratory mood . . . last night became more and more technologically futile as I battled against notebooks and pc's but mainly against myself until the wee small hours when I slunk (or should that be slank?) miserably off to bed . . .
All day is has rained and me on the edge of the moors - or at least I will be shortly, for today it is Bury day, although I must admit I feel less than keen to go . . . one of the biggest challenges for counsellors is being in the right frame of mind; I have to be in a calm and congruent state and banish all dull cares . . . easier said than done but then again, that's what I've spent the past four years training for so . . . it's Show Time, Folks!
I'll leave you with a short quote from Alun Lewis's poem, the title of which I twisted to begin the last paragraph and gives an apt illustration of the ease at which the black clouds can form and envelop us all:
"... those whom we
For years have loved, and will again
Tomorrow maybe love; but now it is the rain
Possesses us entirely, the twilight and the rain"
'til next time
Be Seeing You !