If ever any beauty I did see, Which I desired, and got, ’twas but a dream of thee

[Tuesday 6th to Thursday 8th November 2018]



Time has flown past this week...the end of 8 weeks of mindfulness classes, work, work, work, the usual trials and tribulations and my inability, in spite of the effort expended, to effect change in the ways I need to.

[Blog title is a quote from 'The Good Morrow' by John Donne]

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