I've been lurking and reading this, and wondering at it all, and seeing the story unwind, and work out.

The Mudcat is quite something at times. And it was lovely to see even people who at times might be at each others throats here, all part of a circle of support and encouragement.

Here's a song I wrote about something else, but it seems to fit in here:

Listen to your heart, hear it beating.
Down there in the dark, never sleeping.
Through lonely times and homely times,
and times that are so fleeting,
do you dare to listen to your heart?
Do you dare to listen to your heart?
Can you bear to listen to your heart?
You listen to yourself
when you listen to your heart.
Do you dare to listen to your heart?

Listen to your heart, can you bear to?
Down there in the dark do you dare to?
Through busy times and dizzy times
and times when yiou are scared to,
O so scared to listen to your heart.
Are you scared to listen to your heart?
Are you scared to listen to your heart?
You listen to yourself
when you listen to your heart.
Do you dare to listen to your heart?

Oh once I wore my heart on my shoulder.
Once I played the part of a soldier -
but now's no time for foolishness,
the time for that is over -
can you hear that whisper in your heart?
Can you hear that whisper in your heart?
Can you hear that whisper in your heart?
You listen to yourself
when you listen to your heart.
Do you dare to listen to your heart?

Listen to your heart, what it's saying,
down there in the dark, day out and day in,
through olden days, and golden days,
and days you feel like praying,
can you bear to listen to your heart?
Can you bear to listen to your heart?
Can you bear to listen to your heart?
You listen to yourself
when you listen to your heart.
Do you dare to listen to your heart?