Angels Wings

Its been a strange sort of day today. My knee seemed better than it was so decided to walk further along, a level part of the coastal path. I had read about a seat called ‘Angels Wings’ so decided to head for that. On the map it didn’t look as though it would be too far from civilisation, but it was further than I thought. Not that I mind walking miles of course. Lol I am just trying to be responsible, (better late than never), until I am confident my knee strong again. The path took me through beautiful woodland and then wide open fields with couple of l large old oak trees in it. The woodland was highly scented with wild orchids, bracken, wild garlic and that wet wood smell. I went over a couple of very old bridges and one was curved. I wondered how and when it was built, and then why is it that places built over 100 years ago seem to stand the test of time so well?

Have I mentioned that I had some little business cards made with picture of Ken and details of BCRT website on? Please forgive me if I do repeat myself as I do tend to mention things as they come into my head and the further we travel on this journey together, the harder it will be for me to recall what I have said before. Anyway, the business cards. The plan was to hand them out to people along the way and I have been doing that, but I have also been leaving some at landmarks and sign posts along the way. Never know who might pick one up and hopefully make a donation. 😊

Back to the Angels Wings seat. When I finally reached it I was ready for a sit down. It is a lovely carved seat and bigger than I expected and the carvings just like angels wings form the supporting parts of the main canopy. (I left a few cards poking out of holes that were in it). My frame of mind was a bit numb today and nothing seemed to be inspiring me but I guess there are bound to be days like that. It was overcast today and my moods are very much affected by the weather so could be that or maybe my bowl is small today. Let me explain. Last year I went away for a weekend that was for bereaved parents. To be honest I was very apprehensive and as I not really one for ‘group’ therapy or discussions, I was anxious and once there, worried I made big mistake. But it turned out to be a big turning point for me in a positive way. The ball and the bowl analogy really helped me a great deal. The host held a tennis ball and said it symbolised our grief, then she tried to put it into a glass but it was too big, then a slightly bigger glass bowl and it just about fitted, then she put it into a larger bowl and it fitted with room to spare, this went on until it was in a large glass bowl. With me so far? She then explained that the ball (GRIEF) didn’t change size. It was always the same size, but each bowl had more capacity so some days we may have plenty of capacity and our grief seems smaller, but other days we may have very small bowl/capacity. I hope you can make some sense of that peeps. Its not easy to explain without visual aids.

Sorry not to be very upbeat today but thank you for reading and I hope you will stick with me on this journey. There are sure to be some fun days ahead. 😊