I was going to write about how grateful I was that I don’t owe my brother a fiver.

And, believe me, I am grateful for that.

But I just finished watching the entire Netflix series, Adolescence, with my son and CP. Second time seeing it for me.

It captures something quite pure, quiet… and broken.

We are such shining stars—lighting up darkness with pure energy.

And I just made the mistake of reading comments about the final scene; and people don’t see the innocence of Jamie… and I have lost the touch of the universe I was feeling. It is now only a memory, and as memory, I wonder, “Did I imagine that? Or was there truly a Divine moment shared amongst us all that were in the room?”.

Petals drying on brittle stems
Letting go and reaching for the ground
Dusting winds and breezes with memories
of newborns playing amongst the trees

I am, once again, grateful for you. Keep climbing, my friend.