… to look out of my window at the high pass
makes me indifferent to mirrors and to what
my soul may wear over its new complexion
Fleur Adcock
Weathering
Yesterday, 10 degrees Celsius. This morning, a bracing, mind-clearing 2! But bracing and mind-clearing are good things, aren’t they?
It’s good to be awake enough to notice the changes that the passing hours, in every day, in each season, bring. There’s so obviously a ‘designed’ purpose and intent in the innumerable cycles of life and death on earth, and in us – mind, heart, body and soul.
It’s also true that most of us – all of us? – are less keen on the bracing elements and the ‘dyings’ in the midst of life; less keen on the being blown about – sometimes even brought to the ground – by capricious winds; less keen on shock or surprise; less keen on streaming eyes and having forgotten our gloves; less keen on ‘Weathering.’
But the thing about a bracing morning is that our minds are cleared sufficiently to recall that there’s actually extraordinary beauty in the right here and the right now, and – beyond this season – that Spring will come …
wind in my wheels 🌱 
There is nothing like a clear, brisk morning, is there, Simon…hoarfrost sparkling on the fallen leaves, a slight rustle in the trees, clouds scuttling past overhead, an errant bird cry. I can feel it all. Makes the senses sing! ❤️
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‘Makes the senses sing!’ … yes, exactly that – and keep on singing … echoing … Yes: you knew! 😊🙏xx
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☺️xo
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