Goodnight friends! Brilliant, pitiless expansive blue, cold air quite still and very sweet. The perfumed early wild cherries are coming into their full glory, blossom piling up on their crowns like snow, as around them last winter’s shrunken brassy beech leaves still whisper on the branches. The canal a glaring mirror, cow-parsley afire with thin shards of light slicing through the hedgerows.
A recovery day, unsurprising after getting back to a semblance of a full workout yesterday. Weak and sore, but thoughts fairly intact and did a little drawing with a specific goal without too much mental drift.
May we find joy and tranquility through accepting ourselves and each other as we are, as points in a process of endless explorations and becomings.
