Heavy heart , dancing feet

Cerebral processing only gets so far with me.  Something of the mystery seems to be required before information/ knowledge of serious mention moves from the mind to the heart and on out through the soles of my feet.

A friend has died, second friend in a couple of months… maybe that age has now been reached.  Heavens only knows how family are coping but as a long distance friend this new normal is taking a while to properly register.

Pjs still on…dressing gown slung around ….stagger downstairs and slap on what is usually Radio Four. The Dancing Queen blares out across the kitchen and my still warm but now empty coffee cup almost lands in the sink. She would have approved. Together, we smile.

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