Goodnight friends! Sullen leaden weight of a flat, lightless sky persisting, day never seeming quite to break out from under a long grey gloaming. Whispery rattles from the dry shrunken curls of willowherb seedpods, long stripped of their down and repeatedly soaked and wind-teased til they show the direction of the prevailing gusts. Stubborn new green flecks of bedstraw and the forked winter leaves of ivy.
Felt far more drained than I hoped, disappointingly, sore and Izzy and nauseated. Got a some drawing time anx little exercise in, but cut both short, concerned about exacerbating today’s illness as well as exhausting myself with yet more viewings coming up.
May we find a sense of stillness and accepting awareness of the present moment today!
