At the start of the weekend when the crowds are just beginning to stir in their tents Glastonbury, heads throbbing, mouths furry and perhaps alongside a new friend - while Paris and Venice stir from disturbed humid throttling sleep, I've awoken in my London bed with the bright blue sky streaming through the glass feeling oddly empty.
This time of year at least in the Northern hemisphere should be filled with the expectation of a summer ahead and mine is too, a holiday on the horizon, fun with my kids, swimming, adventure, unusual tastes, unseen places. But today and despite living in one of the greatest most exciting cities in the world, I'm lonely and longing.
Why am I writing about this to you who may happen upon this and read? Perhaps it's my way of accepting the fact. It seems there are a lot of people who suffer the same in silence, allowing it to gnaw away at them inside getting darker and ever more intrusive to their daily life. I need to speak my truth in the hope that someone else can relate , can understand and perhaps be that person who smiles as a face in a crowd. Because as simple as it sounds that smile can be the single most important thing today or any day.
Peace and love x