Goodnight friends! Getting to write, and to sleep much later than I’d hoped – trying not to get stuck in a spiral of judgement and to keep in mind that it’s always a tricky adjustment to make. Burgeoning enthusisasm for drawing again on the positive side, and aches from damp on the other, conspired to keep my schedule a little disorganised.
The bubble of clinging grey pressure that lasted through yesterday finally burst into an extended murmur of thin drizzle, leaves trembling and branches twitching as if fly-bitten. Sedges throng the banks of shallow, galloping little streams, vetch weave themselves through the stiff stems of wild grass in the meadows.
May we find a sense of open-hearted acceptance for ourselves and each other today!
