A letter to… little ideas

I had little idea, as I sat contemplating you on the small jet from Madrid to Biarritz, of the eternal influence you’d leave on me. Today, and every day since disbanding in Santiago, I have thought reverently of you. I’ve shed countless tears reviewing certain memories and burst into laughter at others, namely the numerous […]

A letter to… the woman I used to be

Dear Me! When I turned 40 in June 2013, I was told that “life begins at 40” at least forty times. Was this the initiating factor that sparked growth? Did it imprint a possibility for change on a cognitive level that I did not comprehend at that stage? Or is this a normal stage of […]

A letter to… Amy

Dear Amy, I really didn’t want to retire.  I loved being a teacher because it kept me feeling young when I was surrounded by teenagers all day.  I didn’t have time to think about getting older, and I carried on teaching until I was 69, just after you died.  Your funeral was amazing, the chapel […]

A letter to… my father – we’ve forgiven each other at last

Dear Dad, You weren’t with me on my Camino – and you’d been dead for some 20-odd years – but you were along for the walk all the same.   Trudging through Galicia in the rain, I felt the long,  painful slog that your life was.   Laughing with pretty women in cafes, I felt […]