I watched Sing Street yesterday night. It was full of cliches, and yet told a tender story that didn’t fail to leave a mark.
I have been writing many cards this week. It has been an interesting exercise in reflection and letting go. Will I have anything nice to say? I had wondered. Then I started writing the first one and realised I had so many positive memories to write of.
This is looking to be a month of social activities. I am nervous, but perhaps it is time to share. I have become cosy in my seclusion, with the trees and the winding paths, with the spring rain and the earth under my hands as I planted neat, little rows of irises.