With only questions in my mind, nothing making sense, lost and fragile-that’s how I came to Guildford. They welcomed me and took care of me just as I was. The Three Musketeers embraced me, and slowly I became a part of the family.
It was here that I experienced coexistence, and learned the acceptance of impermanence in life.
I spent most of my time at the beautiful, wide Stoke Park, in the Queensbury cafe, and often walking to the graveyard to talk to Harriet in silence.
Guildford became my resting place - the space where I recovered to continue the journey.