Goodnight friends! Fresh winds persisted, a bright sky of clouds scudding like skipped stones. Ground drying out very quickly again, despite the rich raw scent of wet soil, palpable sunheat and a steady 18°c. A few large lurid bolete mushrooms burst up at the taste of damp, with thick stems and dense brown ovoid caps like bread rolls. As dark came on clouds thickened, low above the greenish horizon. The moon was low and large, a few days away from full and yellow as straw.
Slow unsteady start, but feeling fairly good by mid-afternoon. Recognising recovery after an activity means multiple things. All the way back to feeling like myself will take a week or more probably, even if I did nothing in the meantime. But after a few days I think I can often get a decent feel of how to balance the processes of getting better – slow stillness and warding off atrophy. Today this meant risking judo, but going light and slow after a very gentle and reserved day, with a plan to rest through tomorrow.
May we accept and embrace failing as we learn and grow today!
Image ID: Photo of a sunwashed smooth hawkbit among wild grasses, bright yellow splashes of flowers with slightly ragged-looking slender rectangular petals and striated barrel-shaped buds on thin curving wire-like stems.
