Oh the beauty in slowing down. Being witness and honouring the mundane, everyday stuff; it's what keeps me grounded.

I write this to bird song this morning. A symphony chorus that's grown louder each day as Spring evolves. It's been the sound track to a very slow month for us.

Simplicity. The essence of our life now.

As we explore and navigate this mad path of brain injury, I've wrestled, like a snake shedding it's skin, as to how I belong within this world.