Goodnight friends! Morning was glorious, only a few ghostly fishbone clouds in a blisteringly azure ocean of sky. Speckles of flowers dance and quiver on the breeze, red campion and annual bastard cabbage, the surprising white umbrels of goutweed, all half-lost in a rising overflowing tide of green, green and green, great jungly sprays of burdock, wrist thick stems of giant hogweed and thickets of Himalayan balsam. Already clouds seem to be gathering up again, and rain seems to be in the cards yet again for a few days.
An optimistic, energetic morning for me flagged and soured as the sky paled and my energy drained. I had dreamed of at least a nice half-day of creativity, but within a few hours I was exhausted, and as my joints were hurting more and more too I needed to lay down for a bit. Some of this I strongly suspect is exacerbated by the simple psychological discomfort of putting myself at the desk to begin with. I’m pretty deconditioned mentally and emotionally from the deep work involved in prolonged drawing at this point, which is sad and hard to confront.
May we find determination and courage to build up and rebuild ourselves today!
