Goodbye

 

I met my friend Ruth for breakfast this morning before she takes a leave of absence from work.

She is going to Northern Scotland for a few months to work in a community collective . Work on allotments and gardens for room and board .

She is grieving and needs to heal 

I shall miss her but her choice to go is a wise one.

We all need time to recuperate when we are emotionally damaged 

So many of us ignore  the danger signals and soldier on regardless .

And that often helps no one. 

I hope she returns.

I hate goodbyes

Always have

I once took Nu to the airport, many moons ago now, when she was leaving to work in Saudi Arabia and I had to stop on the Snake Pass from Manchester to Sheffield in order to sob over the steering wheel. So upset I was, a farming type woman in a land rover stopped to ask if I was alright.

After work when I was driving up to the village last night at dusk, I spied a rainbow arcing gracefully 

Over from the south , the tip of which seemed to lightly Land on the top of the Gop.

Several people stopped their cars in order to take the obligatory photo.

The rainbow I’d like to think is a sign from Auntie Gladys 

The old lass is 103 today and as usual the village make voice choir who originally adopted her years ago has played tribute to her

I miss her

Not so much a goodbye from the old Trelawnyd queen

But a hello