It's been a while. The datestamp tells me I started writing this post a month ago...
I've been fairly unwell—an administrative error at my GP practice meant that my medication wasn't renewed, and I spent a long time waiting for it to be resolved, and all the while the process of just living grew more and more difficult. I felt myself getting smaller somehow, and transparent, like a ghost. (The concept of the ghost is becoming important in ways I can't quite articulate yet.) Everything took on a sort of smudged and melty, suffocating quality.
But here I am, now; and here are some photographs—from May (oh peony season, too brief, too brief), and from my few ventures out during my long slow sad June—the very last picture was taken on the summer solstice, when (appropriately) I felt myself beginning to emerge.
stars, skies, moons, blooms, blues.
I will write more, soon. I have so many posts in draft form, waiting to be polished & published. First I need to catch up on the overdue work I owe to others—but that's my job for the rest of the week.
With love, and gentleness—