I have been meaning to write this entry for an eternity now, but I guess living got in the way. However, I seem to be edging towards mental self-flagellation again (sounds a lot more naughty than it actually is), so let’s put this battle to bed, before it gets out of hand. This story is about patience, faith, trust, kindness and giving in. It is about the process, the journey, rather than the destination, or end result.
For a short period in Brasil, I became a parent, sharing the role with another mother and father. I wouldn’t be surprised if you were a little confused, so I shall provide some contextual background to the ellipsis that we shall rest on for now.