It's coming up to two years since the beginning of a blog, and a year since the end of a marriage. I've just been re-reading my incoherent diary from this time last year -- and have been thinking of all that has happened since then.
I've been to Paris and Venice and Shanghai, climbed the tower in St Mark's Square and a hillside in the Highlands; walked along a Cornish clifftop and wept in the rain; stood on the highest rock above a Greek island cove, and thought of Sappho's Leap; watched mountain hares, roe deer and lapwings; heard the crying foxes in my back garden; remembered to keep breathing...
I've been cradled by friendship and the kindness of strangers; I've seen dawn break over the Seine and a full moon rising above Place Vendome; I've risked my heart and opened my eyes and felt blessed to be alive; I've believed in magic, cursed the unlucky stars, held fast to a still point in the turning sky; I've grieved and gone under, then risen gulping for air again. I've never given up, because there is still so much to discover.
Thank you all for being here.