The Silver Trumpet Brayed

I had expected this final rush towards the finishing line to be just that, a rush, but it is not. It is a slow and tedious crawl as though as one last cosmic joke, time has been slowed just for me.

There is promise. Already I have been approached to things I could not have done were I still working, already. And word has got round. I have had messages from people who I have not known for years telling me that they have heard. There have been some heartwarming messages and I have, on a couple of occasions, been very humbled. And there has been evidence of love, something I certainly had not expected.

posted by Weasel @ 9:09 AM