Goodnight friends! I’d hoped this wouldn’t need to be such a recovery day, after a few relatively gentle activities, or if it did my exhaustion would somehow feel more concrete, but instead I’ve felt a constant foggy, cobwebby sensation – that I’m just about to be able to think clearly or move easily and I’ve just lost focus for a moment.
Humid and breezy in turns, either the still, warm damp of pale grey skies or bright, softly lashing bluster, cool and with diffuse pinpricks of horizontal rain whispering against my face. Pale lilac trailing bellflower stems wind among the grass, berries starting to swell green on the hawthorn bushes.
May we find ourselves able to honour and accept the truth of our owm and each others’ experience today!
