Other people’s words about … gratitude
I am so glad to still be here. Every day, I do my best to see the colours. I take note. I breathe them in.
From ‘How it Feels to Float’
by Helena Fox
It’s been a while since I’ve posted, I know. I want you all to know that I have been thinking of you, and I have been thinking of posting. There just hasn’t been room inside my head to get to it.
The first groundsel flowers of the season
(Spring is coming)
But when I read Helena Fox’s words in the Acknowledgments section at the back of her wonderful novel for young adults, How it Feels to Float, I wanted to pass them on. Because no matter how crammed my head — my brain, my mind — feels at the moment, I, too, do my best to see the colours, to breathe them in.
Blue winter sky
The photographs in today’s post come from a walk I took a few weeks back. I hadn’t walked that path for a while, and I haven’t walked it since, but those moments were precious. I am still breathing them in.
Last rays
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Nice to see a post from you, Rebecca. Hope your winter has been a good one. Spring is right around the corner for you, and fall for me. Where does the time go so quickly?
It’s been cold and grey over here, Eliza, more so this month than is usual in August. I am looking forward to spring! R xo