Goodnight friends! Glaring sun and scraping restless winds across empty blue skies. Blustering breezes felt harsher and colder, a scent of cold wet stone despite dry gentle warmth when it slackened, this might be the last of these bright days for now. Hawthorn leaves unfurling, waving like tattered banners, fields a constant trembling wash of emerald and silver as sharp light gleams on young stalks.
Sluggish again, despite the brightness found it hard to feel much heat – maybe in part referred pain and fatigue, a common enough malfunctioning spark in my raw nerves.
May we allow ourselves to acknowledge and peacefully release our failures and mistakes today, recognising that they can inform us without defining us!
