All my life I wanted a Mentor. Someone to guide, to inspire, to believe in me.

From my late teens I had such a person but I didn’t know it. Because – being me, myself, I – I knew instinctively that I would never acknowledge that loving faith and guidance.

Leslie Kenton..

I devoured all her books. Learned all I could. Integrated her “alternative” wisdom into my everyday life.

Almost a decade ago I volunteered to take part in her new venture. Over the space of many months we became friends. Talked via phone and internet. She invited me to her home. One day she rang me out of the blue and said…..”I know XYZ happened. Talk to me about it.”

She was more than a friend. Closer than a mother. I loved her to pieces.

We never did meet.

And now she is, sadly, no longer with us.

I’ve been thinking about her a great deal lately. She still guides me and believes in me.

Recognise and Appreciate what you have right in front of you. Please.

OK. So….I’m having a sombre, deep thinking day today :o)