Sunday, December 20, 2009
It’s been awhile since I’ve had an afternoon completely to myself. Still - like space has opened up inside and around me. And the beautiful clean light. I have a lot to do but I’m not focussing on the doing. At least, not until I am doing it. The silver birch tree outside is bare, the sky a crisp winter blue. The flat smells of my tomato and cheese omelette and the taste of sweet tea is still on my tongue. Impressions, memories, flit past like dandelion seeds. My breath is smooth and slow. It is Sunday. It is now.