Sandstorm

Since Christmas it feels like my husband and I have been living under a suffocating volume of work.

Not able to see a clear way ahead because there's just too much on top of us.

While I'm obviously grateful to be in work, the current situation, combined with the awfulness of the past 12 months, is really starting to take its toll.

I'm in quite a lot of daily pain and on occasion struggle to think and/or talk.

My husband who is usually an astonishingly calm and patient man is starting to fray at the edges.

I'm not sure how much longer we can keep this up and I have no doubt we are not alone.

We're neither of us frontline staff, so heaven knows how they are coping, but we're just about getting to the end of our joint tethers.

Unsure what the answer is really.

Although it's possibly in one of the online well-being workshops our employees are running. That we haven't got time to attend.

Sigh. 

Thanks for that little vent. Better out than in.

:: Sandstorm by Cast

Cosmic dancer

Finding little ways to lift your spirits is essential to everyone’s well-being, not just those of us with an annoying illness.

My little lifter this week comes courtesy of my favourite poet Dylan Thomas – very timely as it is his day on Sunday. 

Since I was a teenager I have loved his astonishingly creative command of language, and while I have many, many favourites among his poems, I’m going with this one today.

Thank you Dylan.

And Death Shall Have No Dominion

And death shall have no dominion.

Dead men naked they shall be one

With the man in the wind and the west moon;

When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,

They shall have stars at elbow and foot;

Though they go mad they shall be sane,

Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;

Though lovers be lost love shall not;

And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.

Under the windings of the sea

They lying long shall not die windily;

Twisting on racks when sinews give way,

Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;

Faith in their hands shall snap in two,

And the unicorn evils run them through;

Split all ends up they shan't crack;

And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.

No more may gulls cry at their ears

Or waves break loud on the seashores;

Where blew a flower may a flower no more

Lift its head to the blows of the rain;

Though they be mad and dead as nails,

Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;

Break in the sun till the sun breaks down

And death shall have no dominion.

:: Cosmic dancer by T-Rex