R's rue

  Midnight on Shorts Lane. The new car is parked snugly by a wall. As soon as I turn the engine off I hear owls. Not just one owl - There seem to be several of them. Night's timeless soundtrack. No need for my fleece. It is a warm night between two hot days. The Buck Moon is rising But still low as it climbs over Totley Moor. It offers little illumination As I walk along the valley of Blacka Brook Under the arching trees To the stepping stones. Walking up to Lenny Hill I can hear my own heart beat Thumping in my head. This is a route I have often plodded But never before in the depths of night. I have a little torch For the pools of darkness. There are tree roots and hollows. I don't want to go tumbling down Through the bracken. Who would find me? Da-dum-da-dum-da-dum goes my heart. Up to the new bench on Lenny Hill In memory of teacher Trish Brooks. Breast cancer - that over-familiar marauder. I sit and observe the stars As my heart beat quietens...

 Let me tell you, I’m mentally fatigued, spent, whatever word you want to use. I will keep writing because I need to for my own health. I’m just not going to sugarcoat life. Their is plenty of things to be grateful for, and I will think on those things, I also have to grieve the disappointments. I also know that He is the only Healer for what ails me.  All this to say is that I don’t know what this place will look like going forward. And for the first time that’s okay.  Love yourself and one another from R's rue https://ift.tt/vIeuynf