Reassurance in the moon

This week, the van has been plucked from it's safe little barn and is being rapidly pushed through the final phases of the transformation in a local garage.  The furniture is finished, the bed is boarded and fixed down, the swivel which I never thought would fit has been hacked into position and my seat safe is being welded together.  Pictures to follow soon!

All this transformation following a slow sleepy winter of conversion work has left me feeling slightly panicky about just how close my freedom is getting!

Cumbria is stirring slowly into Spring, there are lambs in the fields, flowers on the roadside and blossom on the trees.  Usually I revel in the return of Spring, but this time my pleasure in watching the world turning back towards the Sun is tinged with sadness.  This will be the last English Spring I will see for some time... 

The beautiful summery weather we have been having has been trying to soothe my nerves, but somehow it hasn't quite managed it.

Then the appearance of a Cheshire moon last night gave me all the reassurance I need.

I adore the moon, I love how it provides me with a gentle reminder of the universe's quiet existence.  Full moons inspire me, probably because that's when the whole moon is visible.  But Cheshire moons, that random combination of angles of sun, moon and earth, they make me feel as if the whole universe is on my side.  

Of course, the universe and my place within it are unchanged, but when I look at that smiling cat moon, everything feels aligned.  Everything feels right.  Everything will be ok.  More than ok, everything is good.

'Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?'

'That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,' said the Cat.
'I don't much care where...' said Alice.

'Then it doesn't matter which way you go,' said the Cat.

No more fear.  Trust.  Go.