The world, I’ve come to think, is like the surface of a frozen lake. We walk along, we slip, we try to keep our balance and not to fall. One day, there’s a crack, and so we learn that underneath us — is an unimaginable depth.
As i walked the dogs this morning the valley below me was filled with a deep, smooth mist, which hung silently, filling all the crevices of hill and tree… it looked just like the frozen lake in my imagination when I read this piece by Joyce.
I have yet to put the 2014 programme of Family Constellation Workshops up on my website – it is a job to be done next week…. if you are feeling like the ice is cracking under your feet then do send me an email and I will give you the information.
Keep warm as the temperature drops us down into winter!