Goodnight friends! Pale, streaky grey sky, darker streamers of cloud like drifting plumes of smoke. A few swiftly-passing patches of desultory rain and a lingering prickly feeling of damp staticky air caressing my brow. Sparrows flit from stem to stem, garrulous and pugilistic, brief blue flashes mark the sinewave bobbing flight of jays between riverbank trees. Flail heads of hanging sedge stir with each breath of breeze.
A more even day for me, pain more level and manageable. Going to the botanical gardens thankfully wasn’t too arduous, but I still took care to go a little slow today. I think the excitement and interest of spring and a general lack of reflective, adaptive pacing has lead to consistently setting my activity limits a little higher than they should be at the moment, just because that’s where I’d like them to be, contribuitng to all my painful, bleary mornings recently.
May we take the time today to pause and ensure we speak with care and kindness!
