Goodnight friends! Skies still tumbling and tumultuous,clear and menacing by swiftly switching turns. A sense of squeezing damp in the air despite the lack of rain, streams running high and chocolatey turbid brown as the swollen glut of rain slowly discharges. Burgeoning moss and little undergrowth leaves, especially carpets of creeping buttercup never entirely smothered by the winter cold, are coming back into their full vigorous force, an emerald blanket spreading over pungent near-black soil.
Under a continuing pall of exhaustion and slow recovery, however much I can negotiate with my blocked and stubborn feelings I can’t bargain with the weather or exertion intolerance. A few hazy periods of drifting half-experienced time, though nothing so bad as the depths of January cold. Trying to quell a nervous itch of impatience and remember how central calm and rest are.
May we give ourselves time and space to engage freely in flights of imagination and possibility today!
