This post is a marker for me. A line in the sand. Again. I have many such lines. I don’t know whether my lines advance or retreat to be honest. I don’t even know if they go in any direction. Maybe I’m just getting into my groove. Maybe I’m stuck in a rut. But here is my line for today in any case. Hello line.

Today’s line is about joy. The finding of it. The keeping of it. And the recognising of it.

Life has been a bit tough round here recently. My illnesses progress nicely. That’s sarcasm btw. The practicalities of life post divorce are hard to accept too. The inequalities and sheer emotional illiteracy of some people is breathtaking. At the same time others are so considerate and kind in small unspoken ways that it breaks my heart with happiness. And it is here I turn to in this post.

I have just been in a walk in the rain listening to old Culture Club (look them up) tracks on my earphones. I was right back in my 14 yo headspace and actually danced down the path (after checking I was alone!). It was brilliant. And joyful. And rare for me to do. I realised. I haven’t felt this kind of happy for a while. I’ve let the gremlins get to me. Saw the teees but not the wood.

So I’m going to try to dance in the rain a bit more often and marvel that I still know all the words to ‘church of the poisoned mind’

Damn but they were and are good! Have listen here