Goodnight friends! A bleary, ash grey start, light filtered through layers of clammy cloud giving colours a dim, uninviting greenish pall. Slowly clearing afternoon gave a brief morning and evening all in one hurried spark and flare of sun, my shadow suddenly streaming like a long black banner ahead of me, oak canopies maps of scattered ruddy archipeligoes in a far off blue sea. A flight of dainty goldcrests peeped and gambolled, bright browed and smaller than pingpong balls, scarcely disturbing hair-thin willow twigs.
A similar pattern of waking up exhausted and sore, slowly reviving for a slow surge of activity later in the day that swiftly peters out. It felt like enough to work with today, thankfully, I felt I was more able to fill the hours I got today, and didn’t experience many full absences.
May we find ourselves fully alive to love and grief and anger, feeling and moving from feeling to thought and action, refusing to be numbed into complacency by continuing injustice today!
