Goodnight friends! Again the atmosphere has an quality of hazy, bleeding luminosity, any bright colour seeping a faint watercolour aura into the air – not quite mist, and not exactly a quality of the dim light, but something both and in between. The two metre ramparts of bramble are beginning in earnest to change to gold and rust, buttercup leaves blotched and piebald.
Managing some activity, punctuated by long dazes. Slowed down by a deep sensation of chilly pain, becoming mildly withdrawn and mute as so much of my energy goes into an unconscious clenched protective stillness.
May we allow ourselves to recognize and fully feel our emotions without judgement today!
