That’s Life..

There’s been a derailment in boatbirdland this week.

I won’t talk about it here – it’s still unravelling, personal and way too raw. Suffice to say that life has poked me in the eye and given my shins a damn good kicking. Like it does from time to time.

My vision of the future is somewhat scuppered and many questions, for now, go unanswered.

I’ve long believed that none of us has control of events. Not really. We may think we can influence the way our life shapes up and, to a certain extent, I suppose we can but in the end it will have us. And it’s just had me. Again.

Coping mechanisms vary (and of course some poor folk don’t cope at all) but what works for me is to slow it all down. One day, one step, one thing at a time. So I’m in slo mo mode but take strength from the constants that do still remain.

Notably Hobo, my cosy cocoon.

She nurtures and comforts, as does everything that goes with life afloat. I can draw something positive from the simple things it gives.

Like the sun that shone so brightly through my bedroom porthole this morning, making a perfectly bright, golden disc on the opposite wall. And another, right above it; this one shimmering and dancing as it is reflected off the river.

Little things. Lots of little things. They will mend me. In time.

And you know the other thing that is priceless?

Friends.

I have some class A friends who, in the absence of class A drugs, keep my head in the right place and give me hope.

Thank you all. x