Goodnight friends! Whispery rain in silent speckling flurries from a washed out whitish sky, each buttercup a shallow goblet and the tall shaggy-headed wild grasses all bedecked in glimmering grey pearls. Beneath every leaf seemed to be a sheltering bug awaiting less hazardous terrain.
Stiff and sore and short on sleep, I felt like today slid by at a half-awake glacial pace – I’m partly responsible of course, since I decided to push on with my exercise despite suspecting it would fully deflate any other ideal or plan I might have for the day. Long hours of effortful breathing, waiting for my limbs to be able to act as a team again.
May we find rest, solace and spaces of true comfort and safety today!
