Goodnight friends! Dim sepia skies returned again, the air thick and hazy, just this side of mist. Pale plumes billowed from my breath in clammy air full of whispering rain. Streams a silty brown, churning and gurgling, pressing down the last of the old yellow reed mace. Herons prowl through newly glutted channels, shoulders hunched high against the chill.
Still feeling like I’m a little wrung dry, any kind of meaningful recovery seeming slow after exertion – not so surprising with rain and cold and low level stress often bubbling up, but a little disappointing as spring draws on.
May we find, and offer wherever we can, grace and compassion today!
