when so much is swirling round. And re-finding my niche in life. We come across this in the stages of birth through to death ... Dependent where we happen to live and what our culture and beliefs are ...
- We go to school by force
- Some of us get told a story about a familiar figure in Father Christmas, St Nick or whatever our particularly country and ways we deal in this. Yet we never actually met the one and he is a stranger to us. We get advised by various people not to speak to strangers; but we supposedly allow this one, annually, into our homes for a while and then everything you thought you knew in life is not what it seems.
And it goes on ... to this tragedy that befell us ... where again everything I had ... was gone in a time forever ... And I had to find a path that was more of a fallow ... than follow for a long while indeed ...
To ease this particularly week in time ...
From the still perpetual clearance of the home ... I finally was able to do some of the usual stash busting in ones home ... which was a change.
On first arriving at the death of our family member ... it was not only everyone coming together in the crisis unfolding at that time, in the help to the transition to the temporary accommodation; with the basics in life. It was my well being as time unfolded, in trying to occupy me with my arts and crafts I am known for. And twas a time to get me up to speed in the virtual and tech world, too.
I have this week ... done some of that craft and virtual stash busting to organise what I will actually do now and what I will not have time or inclination to now do.
My outlook on life has naturally changed ...
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