All is calm; all is bright

Absolutely wonderful weekend with the polymer to cap off a surprisingly frenetic first week in which very little actually got done; I managed to get my Housing Benefit application in then hare off across town for dinner + gig with people, then home to curl up and go to sleep on the boything, and then... the weekend was just lovely. (Huh. Apparently I consider the boything's place home now, in some senses. That's nice.) And now I'm curled up in my own bed in a different home - my parental home - having drunk wine (NZ GrooVee, not that I expect that to mean anything to anyone else, but it is special to us) and played Scrabble and done work and got another kilo of redcurrants in and - tomorrow morning I will have to get an early-ish train in order to get back to London in time for me 11am meeting, and nonetheless: yes. Families, lost and found and chosen.

Most of my DW presence this week has been over at poetree, where I've written a series of posts loosely grouped around the theme of change: on loss; on bodies; on motion; on communication; and on hope.

One way and another, I am feeling very much part of a whole, and very much connected - between chosen family and my clan-of-origin and liv's insight and advice and generosity when it comes to my feelings about how I'm about to start teaching and - just yes, really. Yes.