Goodnight friends! Fitful gusts of throbbing sibilant wind, another day of changeable skies, all impressions fleeting, grim semi-darkness and ribbony trails of lilac and gold. The surface of the reservoir glassy smooth one moment, raked into tiny dense wavelets the next. Leaf skeleton silhouettes of poplar trees bent and quivering under the gusts, wild brassy cries of geese on the wing.
Feeling a bit more whole and recovered today, trying to do as little pushing as possible and really giving myself time to replenish and regain some sense of balance and tranquility. I know I’ve been ruminating too much, focussing too much on the things outside of my controlt hat seem so important for my future.
May we find moments of nuturing and quiet restoration today!
