Fab, Feisty and Sixty (ish)

last night he watched over me he sang me a lullaby his words broke me and rung me gently out I dreamt he soothed and caressed me with his whispers the high winds of night swept me up the watchman threw me a lifeline sweet but firm he led me to the light sage, wise words, guiding me approaching the witching hour the demon alive in my heart and mind exorcised  for one night only nightmares banished falling into heaviness, l slept gently nudged awake by the song of the albatross my thoughts ran to the dream the watchman, now a world away left me comforted still alive and in one piece I turned in my warm blanket ... a note left by the bed side Sara

l am without words ... l am hiding under my rock..

Well, oh my Mother! After nearly a month of  long distance phone calls, sweat and toil, a trillion emails, messages to the non-people of the elusive and seemingly not contactable Google and Blogger... We have had a result amid the reassurances, that Mum's Blog Name 'The View from this End' and address have been returned to her undressed in terms of her posts, but nevertheless is her natural home. I think this has brought it shockingly clear to her, that she has blog land in her heart as well as mind amid the doubts and in the times, days, moments when she is frozen without a fresh post in her head. She now knows without a doubt that she is truly entrenched and in love with blog land, with all their friends she has made within, and to their words which resonate and fill her... l don't think she will be thinking of leaving here ever again. A Pyramid of Piffle Welcome home Mum!! luv Saz x p.s. if she is in your side bar, reader or dash...