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| Nocturnal nights |
These past nights have been odd because every time Abbi plays a match she txts me with the score - which is great, except they come around 2.15 am. And then I am awake, drinking tea and happy for her because the messages are so full of joy and achievement. She has landed on Oklahoma, moved into her room, hung up her clothes in her 'closet' as she now calls it, bought herself a new duvet and sheets and pillows and even gone out to dinner to celebrate her team mates 21st birthday. And life goes on without her here, peppered with facebook messages and skype calls and txt messages and all is good. And teaching begins on Monday for me and a couple of Australians are over and life moves into its next cycle, just as it should. Optimism is something I have always carried with me and so I have begun writing a new song on mandolin:
I was born north of the bordersouth of the river
and west of the sea
where we sang que sera sera, whatever will be will be... and I love the mandolin on this:
