Sometimes , I wish that 67 really was OLD as it once was and that I could simply STOP now. Of course, its not what I actually want. Well, I don’t think it is but sometimes I would like to STOP.
If I am to go on, there are some things which would make it easier and more wonderful
a home free of addiction
a home free of insanity
car parking near my front door
water close by – very close by
a home which made my heart sing and brought me joy and peace and vibrancy
where I unpacked my treasures
with a bed with a view
I know the feeling I want. I have had it for very long periods in my life. Now it needs to have a little less work to it. I want it to be a place where the Kids can stay and visit.
I want exquisite beauty and birds coming to the house and privacy.
I want the kind of buildings I love.
I want the sunsets and the sunrises and the stars and the clouds.
I want to have my office set up and my work to hand.
I don’t know what I am meant to do next – but surely I know how I want to feel. AT HOME and ON COURSE.
Or else I shall lie there some more wondering whether my time is done and I can relax into Oldness and maybe into the Cessation of Being.
And here is the letter my Poppy sent me when I was so very ill.