Ascending through grey
Slicing sad, foreboding clouds.
Miracle of flight
I’m struggling a bit with blogging at the minute. All the zap seems to have gone out of me. It’s natural enough, I suppose. I hate these grey skies and Dad’s loss has left an emptiness. The day I left Faro was one of the longest in my life. The sky itself felt full of sorrow, and I both wanted, but dreaded, to be home again. But down on the Praia life went on. A battle with the elements that held me captive for a few sweet moments.
If there’s one thing you can rely on it’s that Thursday’s Special, and that Paula will do her best to make it so. Thanks, lovely lady.
restlessjo 
Condolences to you and your family.
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Thanks, Imelda 🙂
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Take care Jo thinking of you – very emotional time xx
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I’m ok, Rosemay. Thanks for your kind thoughts. 🙂
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Hang in there Jo! Take some time off, regroup and do your walks. That is what I do when I’m hurting. 🙂
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Beautiful images, made poignant by your words Jo. I know the feeling….sending special hugs.
PS: Lost my brother late last month 😦
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So sorry to hear that, Madhu. That is such a serious grief to share. Returning the hugs, sweetheart.
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Thank you😘
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Sending you a blog hug dear restless jo!
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Smiling as I fight with the new laptop, Yvette. It’s a good diversion. 🙂
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Yes / any diversion or distraction helps –
And whew – felt like I was looking out the window over the airplane sing with you – one of those photos that stick with ya!
❤️️
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hugs, Jo. 🙂
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Thanks, darlin 🙂
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