This Too Will Pass by Unknown

Author:Unknown
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, African American & Black, General
ISBN: 9781500492427
Google: PHPmoQEACAAJ
Publisher: Createspace Independent Pub
Published: 2014-07-11T05:53:32+00:00

Chapter 15

Friday 25th August

It has been a few days since I last wrote anything and therein lies a tale. I am writing sitting in our covered outdoor eating area at the back of the house, looking out over our fields. I did a load of mowing yesterday, including the field I can see. I have also been busy decorating inside the house and doing various manual labours outside.

I can also see our washing dancing jauntily in the breeze on the washing line. My view is slightly obscured by the peach tree that grew from a stone discarded by Madame some years ago.

We have had rain the last couple of nights. There were big storms with thunder and lightning. The lightning helped me lock up last night in the dark as it flashed on to show me the doors and locks that needed closing. We could see the storm miles off and watched as it approached and then circled our house and village. It rained all morning, but we went to a market and brought home hot roasted chicken which we had in sandwiches for lunch with crunchy lettuce and mayonnaise in crusty paysanne bread. We also bought cakes for pudding. Later we will have mussels for supper. Jude is so keen on them that he wanted to spend his own money to buy them. The girls bought yet more bracelets.

I have been keeping up with my meditation. My mood has been good – I have felt able to take on all sorts of things – the jobs, phoning people, speaking French. There was one call I needed to make which seemed a turning point. It was not a scary call but one I would have asked Lucy to make, due to anxiety, until a few days ago. I was on the point of asking her to do it and thought no, I can do this, and went ahead and did it. She has noticed the change in me too. I feel empowered, enabled, strong, both physically and mentally. A few days ago, I played Scrabble again with Lucy, was roundly thrashed, but was pleased to have been able to play. Yesterday we played again, and I beat her and notched up two seven letter words and over 400 points.

Today, however, is a different matter. This time next week we will be on our way home and that is a dreadful thought. I feel so free, so relaxed and calm here. The thought of London and all that awaits me there is terrifying. Lucy casually mentioned, as we drove off this morning to market, that this time next week we would be homeward bound, and I have felt very unsettled ever since, particularly after we got back here, and the house threw its welcoming, warm, and promising embrace around me. I belong here and the thought of being elsewhere is grim.

Wednesday 30th August (Late Afternoon)

It has been a good few days since I last wrote. There has been a certain mania of activity.

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