They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Laurence Binyon, Ode of Remembrance
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.
An early start on the 25th of April for Anzac Day, and the dawn service. It’s a beautiful service, held all over Australia at war memorials. It’s not to celebrate or glorify war, but to remember those who sacrificed everything for the freedom we enjoy today. I am always encouraged by the number of people attending, and the wide age range.
I don’t always attend, but am very thankful each time I do make the effort. Interestingly, I managed the walk from the house up to the monument with no problem. A few days earlier I’d managed the walk but struggled by the end.
Then this weekend 26th-28th April was the Fairbridge folk music festival, a regular occurrence in my year ! Lots of great music, camping, getting generally grubby and eating a variety of food truck goodies. Not the healthiest of weekends, but one to enjoy.
Again, lots of walking, with many stops to listen to music, eat food or enjoy a glass of wine. While it was tiring, I was happy to manage the whole weekend albeit with lots of rests and a snooze each day. The weather was glorious, which always helps.
Thee’s not a lot more to report really, other than … life progresses. I do feel as if I am beginning to reclaim my life again, slowly but steadily. I still need to manage my energy and rest balance very carefully, but the mental clarity (when I’m not exhausted) remains.
My Longest Journey 