Goodnight friends! Clouds a great scarred stonefield of furrowed grey. Fitful wet blustery wind throughout the day, but fortunately not much actual rain to speak of. Mineral thickness of drying mud, buzzing staticky scent of fresh sprouted nettles with occasional chalky sweetness of violets. Great frothy mats of glass-jelly frogspawn among the reeds.
Another lead weighted day of diffuse fatigue and constant shifting aches. Difficult to step outside my frustration and the dissonance that comes from having to renegotiate the terms of living with chronic illness yet again. A while of doing gradually better often leads me acclimate to slightly higher activity levels, until I burn out a little or relapse for whatever reason.
May we find ourselves open to fresh insights and perspectives today!
