Good evening friends! The kind of interminable quietly gloomy grey day that feels far colder than it is, bloated and hushed with mild shivery gusts full of a vague threat of rain. Whispery rattle from thick grey drifts of dessicated leaves, little purple sparks of burgeoning sweet violets pushing up from beneath.
Joints feel tender and inflamed, and still weighted down by a general leaden malaise. Spirits fairly high, but a bit frustrated at how little I’m able to do. Aiming to keep myself as relaxed as I can and get back to accceptance of my limitations.
May we find release and relief from lingering tension and grief today!
