Dreaming
of owl healing.
Waking
to soft grey clouds and gentle rain.
A
wood pigeon and a starling seemingly in deep conversation on top of
the bird feeder; no doubt discussing why their birdseed had not yet
manifested!
'VoleFacts' on Twitter. Today's favourites were "The Druids believed
voles had magical powers, presumably after being told so by a vole
whilst under the influence of some magical mushrooms." and
"Voles often cheat at Pooh-sticks." Imagine!
Next
door's teenage brindle cat, Maisie, ineffectually pigeon hunting. She
has no chance!
Two
doves feeding peacefully side by side.
Watching
sunlight move across the garden.
Going
to sleep resting my head on Stefi, Queen of Cat's tail; she was
determined not to relinquish control of the pillow. Also, having
Stefi sleeping on my lap (a very new phenomenon) and doing one of
those amazingly long stretches that cats sometimes do. I love that
she is so relaxed with me now. A true compliment.
The
chattering of starlings and the return of a lovely pair of jackdaws,
who I hadn't seen for ages. The sheen on their feathers in the sun
was astonishing in its loveliness.
Paying deep attention to the rhythm of our days and letting them unfold as they choose.
Himself's
care and consideration for the birds he feeds in his garden.
Wild,
bright, star-filled skies and a high moon.
The
moment in the supermarket when a man looked angry and irritated but
then decided to smile instead. It was touching to witness that moment
of melting.
Himself
buying two lots of fruit in the supermarket and insisting that I
bring fruit supplies back to London.
Tender,
warm, and funny goodbyes at the train station and knowing that the goodbye won't be for long.
Nigel,
the guard on my train tonight. He kindly accepted me not showing him
my ticket when he asked because I had just eaten a juicy orange and
my fingers were too sticky to delve into my bag, he smiled at
everyone, and he made a very sweet, funny, friendly, and informative
announcement over the speaker. Much love for Nigel.
Soft
rain like a kiss.
Finding
a secondhand book that I ordered ages ago from the US had arrived
when I got home...'Wise Child' by Monica Furlong. I have read the
first few pages already and it is stunningly beautiful in its
description of the land and the people who love it and call magic
from its bones. And it was lovely coming home to a parcel.
Making
brave plans and courageous changes and sharing the vulnerability that
rises from both.
