Marking the milestones of life

No, it isn’t a birthday.

But it is an anniversary.

Eighteen years ago yesterday, Steve and I moved our household to this little valley in the hills above Swansea.

Would we have done it if we had known what was in store?

I’m glad we didn’t because it helps me remember that it is all a gift.

A gift to be received and shared and marked with gratitude.

So, on this liminal day – the one we don’t usually have between the end of February and the beginning of March – we celebrate the gift.

Knowing that without it, we may not have met you.

It’s funny how these paths go…

Diolch yn fawr iawn – thank you very much for being here. Today.

Pause. See differently. Re-story 🌿