This week’s thoughts have been like the waves washing the shore, advancing, retreating and ever-changing. A lot of life’s sediments following this final move to a place of permanence, this reduction in big uncertainties, are settling. So much has moved beyond discussion and become fixed, and my final frustrating resolutions have a (distant) horizon. In so many ways life is a mix of the utterly ordinariness of living, and the potential for more. I came to realise that with the closing of the dance workshop this week, and all its wonderful new creativity, I had grown. I remember feeling such…