Taking one step, one breath, one moment along our path... whether walking through Spain, a pandemic or grief.
Recently, I have become an armchair traveller. The travel books I am reading remind me of trips unaffected by coronavirus. While it remains difficult to consider venturing abroad at the moment, I can imagine varied landscapes of olive-groves and mountain villages. During the last two years, I have been fortunate to spend a few months in Spain. It has been a very necessary tonic to help recover from a challenging patch of life marred by multiple bereavements, redundancy and my own health struggle. I had been knocked sideways and was unsure how to get up again, let alone recover fully. Would I feel crumpled and sore for ever? All I knew was that I was craving sunshine and quiet to help heal and thankfully Spain was providing this in abundance. Life since coronavirus emerged has obviously been different. I initially felt the loss of my precious trips to Spain that helped my soul feel alive again. So now, instead of actually packing my suitcase, I am reading travelogues about