Goodnight friends! Heavy, clammy dampness descended again overnight, a familiar staticky grasping feeling of pervasive wet cold against the skin. Streams still high and mud-dyed seethe and swirl with a constant gutteral sighing.
First big clearing out day as I move forward with aiming to sell this flat and move. My ex and my parents have both come round at various points to do a lot of tidying, throwing away and rationalising. I can lug stuff around a bit but only in brief bursts, I tire very fast.
May we find time and space to address and listen to our feelings today, gaining a deeper understanding of what we want and need!
