A return to winter

Waking to 3" of snow in the garden was a surprise - and one that forced a change of plan.
Ive had an excellent day for lots of reasons - but this evening I've had both personal sad news and come home to the news about the latest tragedy in London.
One of my earliest clients, a dear man who went on to be a good friend, someone who at 63 was full of energy and joie de vivre has been told he is terminally ill and has days left. An awful cruel blow that he's faced with a simple honesty that is humbling.
Thats jarred with some of the social media I've seen about this latest tragedy - an act of terror, an act of hatred - but one that seems in some to generate a response that can only propagate it.

For the longest time after we lost Mum I held hate in my heart, I clutched it, used its heat to drive me on - and I didn't start to heal till I learnt I had to let it go - I dont always think I'm there yet, but I know that was the first step. As ever it brings to mind words I've come to try and live by;

"Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate, only love can do that."