To You that was it. So our We-space ends. I sit with the rest, trying to make sense. Questions to the World. Questions to myself ( empty all dried up hanging in thin air like dropped suspended frozen, left behind ) From here: Where to turn… How… CAN I connect?

5: Home again.  At our Home in Belgium.  I left Sisters Hope Home last week but I make no distinction between these homes when the quality of life that I long for is concerned. The structure of the day is different, there’s another set of choices concerning colours, sound, ways…