Our Sonj

On a beach padding around with sand between toes and my lovely pal holding fort in the van... this is in tribute to my excellent friend Sonja, who is off with another friend and kids for a few days while I beaver away at work, sorry not to join them.



Sonja has an enormous heart, is one of the most generous and loving friends you could long for, and her commitment to our collective need for attachment is a force to be reckoned with. It's how we're built, and it's what she champions, and I can safely say that without this woman life would be a lot less love-filled for an awful lot of people.


Because we can't sit still, we escaped to Cornwall for a few days surfing, though the waves were tiny so we opted for a paddle out on boards along the headland for maybe a mile or so, exploring caves, spotting dolphins etc. There's something about being very tiny out on deep, massive, open water with someone special that helps you really appreciate them and what they are in your life. Not to be gushy about it because it would make her cringe, but this woman is fantastic and gives me a reason for being. In surfing rules, you're supposed to stay within the chequered flags for safety, but using this analogy across our friendship the flags are often ignored. To have a friendship full of risk–meaning there are few places that person won't accompany you–is amazing. It is true shelter, and like air itself. It's the best.

Sonja is this to me, as is her man JJ - very special people who have seen the grubbiest of me aswell as the shiniest, and still come back for more! I love them.

Whoever does that for you, tell them. Go on, dare ya...



{Today's soundtrack: Doves - Break Me Gently, from Lost Souls}