This word came in like a cat, slicing away when I tried to grab it, but leaving me with half an understanding and wanting to follow. I get the ‘view’ bit. But why the pur? Well, as a latin student, a history student, about a gazillion years ago and with the whispers of learning still like flit fairies inside my old head, I scrabble about. I do.

Recently, I have been looking at my past and its influence on the now of me. This now ‘She’ who walks with cancer, with all that happened last year. The cellulitis, the healing, the discovery of cancer, the subsequent marvellous of needles, biopsies, surgery and radiotherapy and , thus I arrive at Purview. She is still a cat in my smile-thinking. She’s a dismissive but loving feline. She might respond, she might not. She is always watching, but slow on committing. She sounds like me.

I am influenced, infected, by all of my past. We all are. The word Purview, which encompasses all of what i said, offers a lift. A lift from almost anything anyone has experienced. I know how the world tries to re-acclimatise anyone who doesn’t toe the line.

Find your way.