Goodnight friends! More rain and grey skies, aches, drifting hours of lost and vacant time, thoughts dissolving into static haze. Two days of deep, painful malaise feels like it might be more than damp and gloom affecting me, that might have helped trigger a potential relapse boiling up – will aim to keep things very low key tomorrow, and bw prepared to skip Monday’s exercise if I don’t feel better.
Forecast not looking encouraging over the next week, but even a cold wet spring day is full of little scattered jewels of colour and burgeoning life – wagtails zipping in a sinewave motion like skipped stones low above the surface of a stream, the tight-packed white stippling of hawthorn buds.
May we address ourselves with compassion and honesty today!
