Dear Mum and Dad,

How are you both?

It’s been so long since I’ve seen you, heard your voices even or shared a comforting hug.

I’ve been keeping busy, chugging along since I last saw you, mostly working but making time for some fun. You know me with my horse….he’s so grounding, he really can’t be bothered with all the human dramas unfolding in the world. I love to sit with him in the meadow just watching those clever, silky lips and muzzle seeking out the sweetest grass and missing out individual strands that even I’d find hard to differentiate with my fingers. I wonder how he does that. Maybe ‘bad’ grass feels different to his skin. Maybe it would to me, if I could remember how to use my senses so intimately with nature.

But anyway, listening to him tearing up the grass and then that wonderful methodical chewing, molar on molar, in a blissful obliviousness that I envy.

Oh, and the swallows are back! So lovely to see them year after year. Do you remember I always used to moan about them pooping on my horse in the night when he was resting in the cool of the stable!

At the moment I’m looking hard for the ‘norm’ in everything, searching out the things that remind me of the past. When all this chaos wasn’t a ‘thing’.

I got sick, as you know.

It was a real struggle, so frightening not to be able to do the very thing that should come so naturally. An automatic exchange of carbon dioxide for oxygen, so simple before. All I could think of at the time though, was that I was glad you couldn’t catch this…despite the tears it evoked.

It changes lives forever, this virus, but you know that, don’t you? I guess you’re both privy to much more of an explanation for what’s going on.

And you’ve been joined by hundred’s of thousands of new souls, all wrenched from their place in this world, but I bet you’re both busy helping them settle in, easing their troubles, blending their energies to take away the pain….because that was just the sort of people you were.

I missed you when you left, but I miss you more than ever now.