Today, I went for a walk with my son.
Even writing that has me grinning from ear to ear. Let me say that again. I went for a walk with my son. The one who can’t walk… who hasn’t walked above a few, stumbling steps unaided for the past six years. The walking frame stayed at home. The wheelchair stayed in the car.
And we went for a walk.
It is May Day… Beltane… a time of magic, renewal and rebirth… a time when the fires of optimism are kindled and burn bright. Such fires do not need to consume their fuel, but can themselves ignite hope and make dreams flare and dance. The first email I had opened today had spoken of the spiral dance I had shared with a friend on May Day morning in Oxford. It had been a moment of sheer joy and magic…
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Thank you!
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