Since I stepped back onto my path again so many months ago now,
things have not gone in such a straight line. I suppose that, all told, I
should have expected a kind of spiral dance – but I confess I didn’t expect the
barriers that have sprung up before me.
These are social and personal irritations, but the fact of the
matter is that they have interfered with my ability to move in the direction I
had hoped – a sign, perhaps, that the direction I had in mind is not the right
one. As we approach what I have called Gŵyl Braid y Canhwyllau (Brigid’s
Feast of Candles), suddenly the way appears to be opening for a new beginning.
