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 in the scrub a few weeks back. I hadn’t wandered through the scrub for a while, and I haven’t made it back since, but those moments were precious. I am still breathing them in.