a dream kind of day
If you follow me on facebook, I have moved (although don't expect much as I'm seldom there, and honestly the book in the picture above is a better one to read.) I'm wanting to reduce and streamline my online places and bring my mood more into quiet focus.
I have noticed even in myself a tendency to devalue quietness, to regret a small life, to think that calm and gentle days are somehow wasted. Don't we all want to be off on an adventure? Surrounded by friends? The truth is, visiting a new beach or forest is adventure to me. There's a deep fulfillment to be found in appreciating even the nearby things, even the mild excitements.
Today is my dream kind of day, clear in the morning, with rain promised for the afternoon. The moon was soft in a lush, foggy, black sky when I woke. A little while later, dawn swelled out of the sea like honey. It was warming, despite the lingering winter cold of the air - warming to a sleepy heart. I have new flowers to plant in my garden, daisies, white primula, and copies of Deep in the Far Away to finish. I'm going to make myself a copy of The Coracle Sky also - it is perhaps my favourite of my books, although Emma holds a special place in my heart. But in order to do any of that I must come out from under this cosy knitted blanket and get about myself for the day. I hope yours is a beautiful one, and wish you many blessings where ever you are in the world.