'...Softly, calmly, immensity taps at your life...' (Jane Hirschfield, Tree)
It feels as though September, one of my favourite months, has played a cruel trick on us here, with its burning, Saharan-dust days and hot, not-sleeping nights. Although I am no wild swimmer (scarcely a swimmer at all) the lure of a plunge into cold saltwater feels incredibly strong as I write this. I know the season will truly turn, but when, when, when ...
Your writing takes my breath away, probably in much the same way as the cold morning sea steals yours! Thank you for such healing words and wisdom. 💕
The rhythms of day and night are oddly more urgent in the north, aren't they? But life is still laid back, and gentle. Realising I am old enough to be your mother.is disconcerting, your knowledge and wisdom are not what I expect from someone the age of my eldest daughter, though, at the same time, I acknowledge her wisdom. The mind is a strange place! I hope your birthday is full.of love.