Family of the Heart

It's safe. I've stopped sniffing now. When I could see, I swept my kitchen. Bits of scrambled egg, bread crumbs, masticated peas and a dessicated sausage rolled into my dust pan. Evidence of the joyous chaos that has been in Palais de Roses over the past 9 days. I changed bedding, put loads of laundry on, collected the bits that were forgotten: a dinosaur, a pig, a glove and a watch. I had a bath, indulged in some smellies and put on comfy clothes. The house is quiet. The Cat is still in hiding. It'll take her awhile to realise we're back to normality, whatever that means.

There are 3 human beings who currently walk this Earth, who I can say changed my life utterly, beyond recognition, positive transformative catalysts. Aitch is one of those people. Through her I firstly found my spiritual path; I found a family who welcomed me into their arms and refused to let go, no matter what an arse I was being; I found music and dancing; and laughter, lots of laughter. I found the place I belong.

Boy and I moved out of the house to the Great Ursus and his lovely, so she and young family could run riot here. As a plan, it was perfect. They had a brilliant base from which they could catch up with everyone. They had space and privacy. I ended up staying over a couple of nights, sleeping on my couch. I loved seeing the toys scattered around, hearing the boys excited chatter just because it was morning and every day is still an adventure. It didn't make sense to some people, but it worked.

Now I sit here in the silence and I miss them so.