I was with the donkeys for a bit this morning. We talked. It is not to be forgotten that my mother's birth name is Jane Matilda but she went by Tillie as a child, and then Kelly, which is what I call her.
But I loved that our old donkey Mother Matilda had her name. As I sat there, I had one of those little thoughts that comes in fast, then leaves - that something huge and magnificent all for me was coming.
This is called hope - and even in grief there is hope. Grab it.
