Goodnight friends! Wind high up, drawing clouds out into thin white slashes and braids and sweeping culicues. White blossom bursting out like drifts of luminous foam on the plum-cherry tree, concave petals mirror bright as they catch the sun. Sprinkling of tiny fibrecap mushrooms among the graves where stone and shadow and new long grass trap moisture. After dark the sixkle moon canted sharp and thin in a clear black velvet sky.
Left a lot of space in the day to preserve my energy for judo. A little bit of pottering around, the day a perfect invitation to drift and meander and retrace my steps. A fairly forgiving and manageable day at judo, reworking over and expanding on last week’s material. Very tired, but not too sore.
May we work to recognise, confront, understand and overcome our ignorance today!
Image ID: Photo of a half-blown dandelion clock, a white hazy aureole of feathery sunlit parachutes on their thin ray seedheads, all connected to the neat round golfball seedhead.
