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27 August 2010


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D, that moment with your mother may not be explained but I know how real it was. During one of the worst moments on my journey I felt my dad, long since dead, beside my bed and heard him say "It's going to be all right." I felt so comforted and knew for certain that it really would be all right. Recall the memory of your experience whenever times get tough.
I love the sound of that nurse, now I'm off to find a tree!
M xx

What a totally amazing idea, the knitting basket. I'm in awe. I've had unusual experiences when help came to me in times of great stress that I cannot really explain. I don't feel the need to explain them anymore, I just go with it and appreciate the help.

Know the DD is not reading but she would be both very touched and deeply proud of you. Unlike the INXS song, definitely not a new sensation! Love and a card in the post.

Dear Boots

Even in this situation you are so life affirming. Knitting is good, but your Mum there whenyou need her is practical magic. Good feelings towards you.

Whoever put the basket of knitting there is a genius. Maybe touched by the same spirit which brought your mother to you in time of need. It sounds like a rather extraordinary hospital altogether - perhaps it's on one of those powerful West Country ley lines?!

Trees are an unfailing source of strength and sanity, although I've never known of them to be recommended by the Health Service before! What an inspired nurse. I hope you have a friendly tree in your garden to help you out. And yes, Hamlet was absolutely right and his words are, I often think, a useful defence against the arrogance of overly empirical thinking. I am glad that you found the support that you needed 'in times of trouble'. Blessings.

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Thought for life

  • The House of Breath, William Goyen
    We are the carriers of lives and legends - who knows the unseen frescoes on the private walls of the skull?

Thinking about . . .

  • Daniel Klein, Travels with Epicurus
    I too listen to music more and more. Throughout my life, music has stirred me more than any other art form, and now, in old age, I find myself listening to it almost every evening, usually alone, for hours at a time.
  • Julia Blackburn, Thin Paths
    I began writing because I liked to write things down. I learnt foreign languages because they seemed to enter my head by a process of osmosis.
  • Joan Bakewell, Stop the Clocks
    I live contentedly alone. It's better that way and I am often thoughtful about what has been and what might have been. There are many like me.
  • Patti Smith, M Train
    Oh to be reborn within the pages of a book.
  • Patti Smith, M Train
    Why is it that we lose the things we love, and things cavalier cling to us and will be the measure of our worth after we’re gone?
  • Judith Kerr, Observer Magazine, 22 November 2015
    I don't believe in God. I find it much easier to believe in ancestors. I like to imagine they are pointing us in the right direction.

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