darknight

.......I spotted Chris leaning on the counter top, searching. I felt her energy first, so clear, calming, colourful and light. She felt me arriving too. I could tell from her eyes that my illness was noticable. We fell into each others arms, sobbing and laughing. After all the emotional rollercosters, her presences, as always, was pure magic.

On the journey home, we discussed the news, (was it really only a few hours since that farmer had rang up, crashing yet another dream?). We sobbed and sniffled to-geather, yet another disappointment.

My life, at that point, seemed to be made up of disappointments. My past seemed to ride in on the winds of despair that threatened to engulf me in that moment in time. The tirdness, wearness I felt I couldn,t begin to describe. I was shrinking below the weight of sorrow, my illness, my past, and the present. Only the pure love and understanding of my Soul-mate Mick, my daughter and Chris kept me afloat , on top of the rolling tidal waves, that, at that moment in time seemed to make-up my lifes experiences.

I was so unwell I couldn�t think straight, I was worn-out.

Chris, my partner and Daughter suggested that we borrow the car, take the deposit money and go for a touring holiday anyway, we all agreed that the stress of looking for a new place was taking its toll and we would put it on the �back boiler� for a few months and try again.

I jumped at the chance of getting away with Chris alone, it had been years since we had gone on a �mystery-tour� (making on-the-spot decisions when we came across signposts and cross-roads), without the kids. One of the things that I had been so looking forward to, was a chance for myself and Chris to spend some time alone to-geather.

Old habits die hard, as the car was being packed up the next day, I glanced through a copy of the Buy and Sell newspaper and spotted an ad. for a two-bedroom cottage in Co. Wicklow. I dont know why, but I tore out the advertisment, putting it in my back pocket as I left the house.

While we were stuck in a 5-mile tail-back traffic jam on the M50, I had a row with God........CONTINUE