Goodnight friends! A flitting day of cold, faintly hissing wind and slow pulses of shifty golden light between ashen overhangs. I didn’t get out walking until later in the day, and the 4pm dusk sky was luridly, gorgeously salmon pink and molten orange.
I felt pretty reckless doing some exercise today, I’m on a risky precipice of stamina still as I feel out pacing myself. I’ve become stronger over the past year, I have more support than I have for a long while, and I know more about breaking up activities more effectively now. To keep those gains I feel an itchy exuberant urge to push forward and retain regular helpful habits, even when I’m feeling pretty weary. Some more firmly enforced rest days coming up this week, I think.
May we find patience, calm and slowness today!
