Sunday November 8, 2020

Good afternoon friends! Tall walls of sticky pearl-grey mist rising up to meet a low crushing ceiling of smooth flat clouds. Sun diminished to a watery silver disc, its glare mute and diffused into the fog. Not much rain but nonetheless everything feels drenched – cloying scent of decay, fungus gleaming, low roar of streams cascading through sluicegates, mosses glutted & extravagantly green.

Leaden body, as I’d expect in this weather. Nothing to do some days but roll slowly on, doing what I can.

May we find acceptance and healing today!

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