Goodnight friends! A similar stuffy, heavy feeling to the atmosphere again, and the same gasping warm outbreath of temporary respite in the pastel hours of afternoon. Showy, frothy ornamental cultivars in the gardens and crumpled fragile blackberry flowers both coming into their bright summer multitudes, gauzy in low raking sunlight.
In it for sure now, a mild but painful, galling relapse, sagging to the floor and twitching and struggling to walk far without a wall or a cane. Still, in a way despite the heaviness I feel mentally better than yesterday having got past the anxious flinch of dreading what it might be and learning, as I so often have to learn over again, to start by accepting what is.
May we find a broader sense of scale and perspective today, helping us discover what truly matters to us!
