Living In The Country

When life feels as if it is collapsing in on top of me, when work just doesn't work and when being a carer starts to wear me down, all I have to do is walk out of  the door, cross the road and step out into the countryside.

Here I can be alone with the wind, the water and my thoughts.

I can listen to the birds (and know them from their songs).

I can kick at sticks.

I can put a pebble in my pocket and polish it with my fingers as I walk.

I can think about the boy I was and wish I could tell him that it would all be alright.
(I can think about my son and wish I could make it all better.)