I am trying to come up with favourite memories, but there is no single thing that pops. However, there seem to be a common thread. Here are the things I came up with first:
- Several encounters with the wind and sun and sea: On cliffs, beaches, boats. Just me and the elements, for the moment, my breath flying away in the wind, my skin stroked and cooled, happiness and a strange feeling of safety in momentary illusionary loneliness.
- In my bed, alone, cool smooth sheets surrounding me, a purring cat by my pillow, complete relaxation, secureness.
- A long day spent on my sofa, reading a book, drinking tea, the door locked. No need to go anywhere, noone can get in.
- Sitting on a stone slightly downslope from my grandfathers barn, a young birch just having been sacrificed, being shown by his clever hands how to weave a goat-collar out of a birch sapling. Love, attention and faith in my ability to mimic and do the task well.