Dear Nuala So shocking to lose you - so suddenly - so unexpectedly - so young. The reality is still sinking in. For the past 5 years we met monthly in your attic room - sharing our dreams - taking in your seemingly limitless offerings of Jungian thought, poetry, myth and fairy tale. We learned to trust and embody the dreams while you skilfully slowed us down and guided us into their intimate details. There were Dream retreats at Old Litten Cottage in Hampshire - where we dreamed - sat round the fire - shared stories - walked in the woods and made masks! You brought a beautiful mask you’d made before and I have a lasting memory of your embodiment of that mask. You became your mask. It was utterly captivating. I was transported and transfixed. The dream group will meet at Old Litten Cottage again as planned - in June 2020. Some of us were perhaps too slow to take on the role of guide or facilitator which was always your intention. Your sudden departure will force us - reluctantly - with tears in our eyes - to pick up the baton where you left off. Our hearts go with you as you continue your journey. Celia ❤️