Just as I was about to tune in to the daily doomscroll geopolitics tirade, I thought of your Substack journal. You've pulled me back from the grimy precipice. I swear again to reject the digital Satan and all of his works.
I also prize that time of morning. Once I've paid homage to the new daylight and finished the rest of my rituals, I'm ready to return to hibernation.
How lucky your nieces and nephews are to have their creative aunt for collaboration on craft projects, wherever you are physically.
You're closer to your parents now than I am to mine, and they are still alive!
Just as I was about to tune in to the daily doomscroll geopolitics tirade, I thought of your Substack journal. You've pulled me back from the grimy precipice. I swear again to reject the digital Satan and all of his works.
I also prize that time of morning. Once I've paid homage to the new daylight and finished the rest of my rituals, I'm ready to return to hibernation.
How lucky your nieces and nephews are to have their creative aunt for collaboration on craft projects, wherever you are physically.
You're closer to your parents now than I am to mine, and they are still alive!
This medium (but not Medium) was made for you.
Thanks so much Evan, I’m so glad The River Path kept you away from the precipice. Feels like a good days work done. thank you
Thank you for all these gifts of stars, darkness, your words xx
Thanks Susie, as the days gradually lighten
beautiful and appreciated very much the sharing of the beauty and stillness up here in Wales. Thank you for your writing and who you are..
Thanks so much Pippa. Thinking of you under a dark starry Welsh sky. X
gosh this is lovely, thank you for its light and stillness xx
Thanks Ruth, relishing the stillness today. Solstice blessings to you xx