I'm at a bit of a loss for words really, feeling like I want to blog but don't know what I want to say, or how to get started.
I've just had a visit from a dear friend of mine who was passing by on the way back to Dorset where I was living last year before I went up to join AJ. She used to give me healing and, before she left she suggested I have a session. It was so relaxing. I felt connected up again, not realising I had been disconnected.
The depression continues. It seems to have taken on a life of its own. I get little respites like today with Lucy's visit and then I sink back into myself again. Yesterday afternoon I was in the middle of a rest and I had three phone calls in quick succession from the Community Mental Health people who are doing their best to fix me up with something meaningful. I think we all agree that six weeks' primary care counselling from the GP isn't going to be enough. It will just patch me up for the next round. Today I'm still under the care of the Crisis Team as they don't want to let me go before I have something in place. I'm finding it hard to get my head around all of this. And a bit surprised to be in this place. It caught me unawares.
However, signs of Spring are everywhere. It continues to feel very cold despite the sunshine but the birds don't seem to notice. Seeing Lucy again made me think about singing. I know many of us are struggling with difficult things at the moment so I shall sing this to you now. It's inspired by the words of Julian of Norwich . I don't know who did the tune, but you can't hear it so it doesn't really matter:
All shall be well, all shall be well, And all manner of things shall be well. For love is our meaning, Love is our meaning, God is the meaning of Love.