It's been a tough week. The young son of a friend had some results back showing terminal cancer (again take 3). And the husband of another good friend, he has vanished on a sea kayaking trip and is presumed dead. Not light airy things to deal with. 

Oddly enough, after receiving the news of the first, I wrote "The Universe is An Asshole" poem. 

I am not a poet.

But needs must, and the tears sat building and building waiting for the dam to break.

After writing it, it broke. And I cried.

I even cried in front of my teens, and shared my sadness and shock with them.

And Sadie the dog. 

All so loving and grounding, and a reminder that I am so grateful for each moment with them.

The poem sits on the "other writing" page if you fancy a little read.

L x