Goodnight friends! A raygun chatter of magpies in the branches as high winds tousled and hummed and swashed through bowing trees. Immense and shattered cloudscape, stormy blue-black and peach and silver in great tumbles of smashed plates and scattered mosaic. No rain, but occasionally a passing bluster delivered a few cold droplets from elsewhere against the side of my head.
Recovering still, or at least not enough of a ground state of energy to let me comfortably go through my basic daily routine. I feel like my mood is growing stagnant and creativity withering a little, it’s been a few weeks since I felt I had much left in the tank for thinking or doing beyond keeping myself afloat.
May we find courage and honesty to see the changes we need to make and move towards them today!
