Seaside morning, and all the tired is still coming out of me. Last night I felt like I had a massive cold suddenly, and inevitably it was full moon and all the pulls and pushes and there was no impetus to write by the time I got into bed because sleep just felt more important.
Yesterday was full but largely peaceful. Being here with Bergman it made sense to go to Lou’s workshop in Ditchling and load up some upholstery and curtains she had made. We drove to her client’s house, up in the hills, glorious and sprawling. We built in some curtains she had made into a little caravan in an orchard and perhaps we both rather wished we had a lovely home in the hills with caravans and orchards. My new handiness upgrade proved mildly helpful. She’s done a lovely job.
Then the day was ours, but with little need to rush around, Lou made a mushroom risotto and we just relaxed until the evening brought the darkness and the moon.
Now I’m waking up, later than I thought I might with my body clock wired to early. I feel battered despite sleep but the day is here in front of us now and it is coming up time to be in it. I’ve been cutting out various touching toxins recently and being a bit more mindful of diet, which probably explains why I’m heavy this morning, but I’ve got lines to learn and Lou to love and life to live. Best get into the day.
AlBarclay 