Goodnight friends! Rain lays over the fields and woods like a whisper that vanishes when you turn your head – it’s always been raining by the dull dewy gleam on the leaves, it’s always about to rain by the clenched, breathy feeling in the air and the oily fizzle on your skin – and yet it never quite has, never quite will. Still and dim and feeling a few degrees cooler than the 14°c it claims. Every day the syrupy sunlight sweetness of a few ripe blackberries, the last pink surge of the summer roses as leaves to smoulder and change.
Noticing myself taking longer to recover from simple activities, finding painkillers more helpful just to get from morning to afternoon. Started the day with some drawing in bed then took it easy for most of the afternoon, though a long slow walk helped ground me and restore a little confidence.
May we find the self-reflective rigour to examine the soundness of our principles today, and the strength and conviction to stand by them in the face of both hardship and seduction!
