Good evening friends! Cold and grey for the most part, sweeping gloomy skies and buffeting sandpapery gusts. Little compact crystals of bright white windblown ice drifted in the air, somewhere between snow and hail. Tender hawthorn buds seem awfully fragile in this weather despite their tough, heraldic-bright scaled armour.
Only a short walk today, trying to space out physical activities a little differently and give myself a few more regular breaks in the week.
May we build space for for compassionate inward reflection and self-nurturing in our lives today!
