Goodnight friends! Gaps in the clouds sweeping by, but also long hours of fine drizzle and air fizzing with pent up moisture. Thrush song loud and dextrous and wild with variety in the trees, and the mournful owlish hooting of collared doves. Thick bushy stands of meadow peas shoot out coiling tendrils, swarming and clambering up the swaying stems of reed canary grass and Yorkshire fog and all the other purple and silvery-headed wild grasses.
More mentally active and eager to do things – and struggling still with a mild crisis of balancing everything I want to do with unpredictable and very limited amounts of stamina. For the first time in a while today I felt like I hadn’t really recovered much at all since my last big workout, and had to tap out about half way through what I had planned to do – my grip gave out almost entirely. Not sure exactly why, maybe wet weather is a factor, maybe my body is telling me that I don’t have the energy required to draw for a few hours one day and exercise the next. More patience, more sensitivity to the reactions of my body over time required.
May we grow in loving acceptance and understanding of our thoughts, feelings and bodies today!
