Today LB’s grave was looking beautiful in the spring sunshine
howl, I pretty much finished my patch for the justice quilt (bit wonky but every stitch imbued with love and memories) and a couple more remarkable days were pledged on #107days. 107 days fit to bursting with complete wondrousness in so, so many ways. Action, in any shape or form. Big or small. Individual, collective. Just action.
Rumour is, we may be making some progress. The tanker (of some change) may be turning. Our bar is, as ever, in the realm of anything learning disability related, set to below zero. A shameful, shameful position of expecting nothing. But word is that relevant people may be listening. That what has become visible since and because of LB’s death is a little bit too much to sweep aside and ignore
howl. Here’s hoping…
We need to keep that tanker turning.