It was without warning that we found ourselves in the Grief Islands... Alone. Adrift. Our lives splintered and shattered. We had lost one of our dearest, before his prime. Our lives will never be the same. I am not sure which one of us first washed ashore on the sandy beaches of Pretendland, breathless and vulnerable... But here we are together, and alone, stranded in its complex archipelago trying to see our way back to the mainland.
Wednesday, 26 November 2014
Varanasi
Varanasi...
They were different times.
She stood on the banks of the Ganges and there was joy in her heart
and her compassion was far reaching.
She didn’t know.
The storm clouds were already amassing. The darkness descending.
A long way away. Distant. Alone. The world was changing.
Soon everything would have context, but she didn’t know.