From the Shoreline to the Sea

Change. To have flown 10,000 miles across oceans to visit distant grandparents. I think I have decided that the life most affected by the upheaval is mine. Extended family; farewell.  Welcome to a different state of being where the most positive advice I received was from a woman met in a playground, 'who knows what opportunities will arise? 'Tis true. I am out in the ether. Far from hiding away in suburbia. I have found myself thrown into role playing with my daughter, not half-hearted play here, we play with vigour and she revels in the full glare of my love and attention. Acting not being something I have ever thrown myself into, in this case, the audience is open and undaunted by my somewhat wispery witch or hoarse wolf in the woods. We play chasey amongst the pine trees near our home, the biting winter wind nothing against our hot breath and rosy cheeks. My daughter's small straight back and broad shoulders in front of me, her ringlets touched by gold, the longest stretched by the wind.The pendulum has swung in another direction also, I have suddenly reached my point to write. After months of procrastinating and physical exhaustion, my children sleep and I write. It has finally happened, and so I begin a blog. Has this happened because we left, because I am bereft of family and close friends, that my husband is now at sea and I have my evenings to myself?  I am unsure why or how, but I know that a change in geography has brought about an essential seachange to life and I am happy because of it.