I woke up this morning thinking, to paraphrase Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz, ‘I’m not in Guildford anymore’. It was incredibly windy and this persisted throughout the day, blowing and shaking the trees around where I work as if they were mere twigs. And having adapted words uttered by Judy Garland, I’m now in danger of running into an SJP/Carrie Bradshaw moment: these winds made me think about the winds of change that blow through all our lives. In recent months, I’ve felt as if my life is in flux, but when I thought about it more deeply, I’ve felt this sense of change and development for several years. And maybe that prolonged sense of change is the key: a close friend and I were discussing only the other week how you imagine that when you get to a certain point in life, eg marriage, then change will cease, but as you get older then you realise that change never stops. The winds blow continually through all our lives. In many ways, such wind is life itself. We cannot stop it, nor should we try. These winds are movement, freshness and awe-inspiring.

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