Goodnight friends! One of my very favourite types of late spring days, few and far between so far this year. Yesterday’s open skies persisted, the morning especially was sun-drenched. The light musky-sweet smell of hawthorn blossom turned thick and soporific in the still heat. Meandering sun-blotched pathways trodden through patchy copses seemed to twitch in each faint breath of a breeze like the bulk of a sleeping serpent. Black and orange and dusty brown-gold bees tumbled and probed among yellow laburnum and dog-rose and walls of Scots broom with their coiled french horn stamens. Even now after dark, and after clouds have thickened, its still mild enough that I’ve opened a window for some soft evening coolness.
Ran out of energy very fast again, a little feverish and sensitive, a hot ache under my jaw. Still hard to tell if there’s been something specific happening, or if its just part of the usual rhythm – and in a way, that itself seems like a good sign. Not much choice but to let the afternoon slip past like a slideshow, fading in and out of awareness.
May we find clear-eyed acceptance of ourselves and our circumstances as they are today, and the confidence and will to continue to grow!
