We all have our moments of madness. I venture out, guided only by my capacity to get into too many situations. I enjoy solitude, my own space- what Virginia Woolf termed a ‘room of one’s own’, but how wonderful to emerge from the depths of my inner self to the smiles of my father. There is something humbling in the love of family, something that rises you to lofty heights but keeps you grounded all the same. May it always be so.
I’m using too many Samuel Johnson quotables.