Romaine Hill

Surrounded by needs, others’ needs, she was not needy but needing – space, time, peace, deep indigo peace. A long hot bath, a chair in the sun, walks on the shore when the tide was out.

Hugs and kisses, and grandchildren’s visits, but only for tea.  Simple suppers, sometimes in bed, and late sleep-ins, a few good books and desultory calls to those she loved, near and afar. Nothing disturbing, demanding, requiring; only what was affirming, of her deep need – for peace and calm and rest.

Work she had, interesting challenging work, but work must wait, till she herself was rested, renewed, refreshed, replenished, by sleep and peace, sunshine, and calm and rest. By doing only what came to her naturally, as if she’d returned to the days of barefooted, earth-roaded, endless, childhood summer holiday-time.

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