Mesmerising

time in the echoes. A seductive time in memories of really happy times. A time with friends. A time with the wind whipping in my van when I drove down the roads to visit with them. The times atop cliffs with dogs or people ... 

And sharing these carefree images that survived the tragedy .... We have lost much. We cherish what we now have ... 

Humbling in the Mumbles ...

no I have yet to visit Wales again ... the mumbles of the oratory kind... the quiet in the quell. The beauty beyond the shadows ... 

The extent of adjustment still huge. The cycles slowly breaking down from adjusting back and forth from reality, isolation, buffering, soothing, surrealness... avoidance, getting back in deep, skirting. Masking the pain deep within ... living with the juggles from one quandary into many others ... 

The stillness while life moves beyond