Goodnight friends! Always a few days of melancholy after the longest day, suddenly exquisitely aware that already we’re beginning a slow roll down into the dark. Thankfully the soupy skies of the past week began to lift and split today – in fits and starts at first with darting, furtive lances of brightness that slipped away with a blink, but gradually punctured more and wider gaps in the cobwebby clouds. As soon as the meadows felt a kiss of warmth there were a few experimental ratchetting cricket chirps among the multiplying violet banners of tufted vetch, and hound-swift scurrying of dark brown spiders with white-tipped abdomens to catch them.
Largely a recovery day today – pain spiking and thoughts swirling and fuzzy so I found myself easily letting go of the idea of doing anything challenging. Tomorrow feels like it might be a good day, weather and fatigue willing, to get back to my drawing desk scheduling again.
May we find a deeper more compassionate understanding of ourselves, our desires and our needs today!
