I Am an Island

I am practising to be like the earth. If I am cold, I light a fire. If I am hurt, I breathe and allow tears to flow. If I am fearful, I step closer to the source of fear. If I am alone, I go outside into the wilds for their solace and company.

On dementia: It is like you are living in a world with no connection to anyone or anything. It is lonely. It is like nobody is there.

Cancer bleeds the life out of you until there is nothing left. Once the body is not able to eat, it starts to sleep and its muscles and strength begin to waste away. But even then, the mind can still be strong.

When someone dies, their spirit is free. But no one is free that is left behind. (...) Grief is like soil. It is heavy and clings to your skin, even when you come up for air. And sometimes, even after you think you have brushed it off, it is suddenly there again, miring you in something heavy and dead and weighted and dark.

It was a time of hope and dreaming of your beautiful life, and Brit Pop singing the world real again.