Good evening friends! Back down to a chilly, breezy 4°c beneath a sky that began startlingly bright and empty azure, the kind of sky that gives me a perverse feeling of vertigo when I look too far up, as if I could lose my balance and fall skyward. The sun a dazzling slender white lance, shadows black, the grass glittering emerald, bare ashes and birches wands of stark silver. In the shade plush patches of moss thorned with lingering frost. Late afternoon clouded over, white swiftly turning to peach then smoky lilac.
Better sleep, and continuing some slow, steady mental as well as physical work – stretching and reflecting, both exercises in repetition in a way. Discovering again that the mental and emotional work of living with mental illness, with long term disability or chronic illness isn’t revelation, its maintainance. I’ve been put back in a position of looking at a familiar room with fresh eyes, seeing the cobwebs and peeling paint. Writing earlier that usual, planning to hopefully go to judo then ride the wave of tiredness and get to sleep early.
May we find new moments of fascination and joy hidden within our everyday lives today!
Image ID: Photo of the upper limbs of a birch tree against a blazing empty blue sky, branches brilliant ice white with thin black stripes, surrounded by shaggy plumes of bare pinkish grey twigs occasionally speckled with the yellow motes of clinging leaves.
