Goodnight friends! Warm again, and stuffy again from time to time between sweet smelling, buffetting bouts of breeze. Thistledown lifts and settles, resting weightlessly like a vaguely dreamed presentiment of snow on the grass. Slow coppery light, dripping slowly down through layer on layer of tide-whispering leaves into a long, bright evening, the susurrus of wind and drowsy unwinding chirp of grasshoppers a gradual lullaby.
A little staggered and my mood dropping today, a strained and uncomfortable rest day making me feel sensitive. Isolated, easily stung and swiftly spiralling into gloom. Did draw a little, but how long it took – how long everything took – and the pauses I needed between galled and frustrated me.
May we fing space and time to take in a broader vista of our lives, recognising how far we’ve come, and how much more there is for us beyond today!
