Amazingly my father’s recent, remarkable recovery from pneumonia has really pulled me up, too. (We had the local Priest saying prayers and reading Psalm 23 and the staff kept bringing us cups of tea, so we knew it must be serious and that he might not pull through).
appearing through the dark clouds and shining down on us!
‘I’m not ready to go and I’m not unhappy with life such as it is, so here I still am’.
It’s allowed me to feel a lot happier and to be able to get on with doing some of those chores and activities that I had always been putting off until I had more energy, as in maybe tomorrow I’ll feel up to it. It was like I was wading through treacle. Being Canadian, my Dad would say: 'As slow as cold molasses'. I know there will be more lows to come, but for the moment I'm enjoying the up!
I now feel more creative again, which is a relief. Thanks, as always, for listening.