Goodnight friends! Another day of rain on rain, variable pattering, drumming rhythms and a soft muggy feeling to the thick air despite my breath smoking faintly ahead of me. Every bare hawthorn twig hung with pearls, every blade of grass laid flat and neatly studded with a row of diamonds. After dark electric light shining through my windows cast speckled, watery shifting patterns onto the walls.
Hard to tell quite how the sprain is behaving itself. Sudden little pops and glassy needles of pain moving through an angle I thought was safe – but I definitely think improving bit by bit. Otherwise I’m trying to maintain some of that kind of hospital waiting room thinking, returning to the old insight that paina and malaise, while they are inevitable are also symptoms worth treating as much as I can, namely by sitting still and recovering.
May we grant each other, and ourselves, grace and conpassion today!
