I am sitting here, having just landed in this place – on the other side. Unstitching very slowly. I have been drawn in, cartwheeled, expectant to this moment. Contemplating the last decades. Not that they were bad at all. Often they were brilliant. Just waiting to see how the debrief of being institutionalised pans out. Should there be another de– there somewhere? The coming days are the place. Perhaps I may never look back. I know you have not. I know that I will do plenty of dreaming. I find that does just the trick, the unstitching, the clearing of the clutter. The promise lies ahead and all that went before, finding a landing place, a discovery. Soon the feeling of the last fourteen weeks, discombobulated, strangely weird, now relieved and let go of. The grace of just being here with you.

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