The Mother In Me
It’s a beautiful sunny Sunday morning and I’m listening to Dire Straights ‘Going Home’. I look up to see the crystal hanging in my window and see it winking a clear green brilliant light straight into my eyes. It showers me with beautiful rainbow light and there’s peace in my heart. I remember a few years ago things were completely different. Filled with mixed emotions there was a knowingness tinged with a reluctant sorrow. Why reluctant? Because I had begun to discover what my role was to be in life. As a result, I made a reluctant decision. The reluctance came from not wishing to feel sad anymore. Over the years, I have never been one to build myself a treasure chest of ‘bottom drawer’ stuff for a time when I would eventually meet the man I was to marry. Basically, because I never thought I would. Instead, I had been building up a collection of books. Certain types of books, that I had chosen to give aw...