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Letters (well, blogs) to the universe

I am starting again.

I am looking forward, trying not to plan too much. I am learning to live in the now after thirty years of living anywhere but. I am processing the past and letting it go.


I am writing to the universe in the hope that the universe will help me (not expecting a letter back!).

Oh, and I've started by quitting my job, buying a van, leaving my flat and heading somewhere new.

 

DEAR UNIVERSE,

 
 

9. All Our Mothers Were Darlings

Dear Universe,


If you're up for it Universe, share our song with anyone who might want to hear it, it's very nice.




Written by Jack King-Spooner Singing by Charlotte Strawbridge


What of tea stains? What of hessian? What of wrinkles? What of morning? What of footprints? What of kindling? What of father's pencil sharpenings? All our mothers were darlings. Darlings they still are. When we close our eyes for the night all we see is light. Little lights in heaven, shining there for us. When we close our eyes for the night all we see is love. What of lovebites? What of summer? This one's for sorrow, word of warning. Like a daydream or a fever. What of father's drinking habits. All our mothers were darlings. Darlings they still are. When we close our eyes for the night all we see is light. Little lights in heaven, shining there for us. When we close our eyes for the night all we see is love.


Also...

To all the lovely mums,

Happy Mother's Day

To Brigit,

Thanks for being my mum xxxxxxx


To the Universe,

I'd like to be a mum one day


Thanks,

Charlotte

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