It is Tuesday, full of fire. Tyr's day, the one-handed, sacrificial. Brave. Brave enough to do what needs to be done to save the world. Yellow and happy and bright.
Let me be daffodil. Let me be forsythia. Let me be bird song. That cardinal there at the top of the tree.
I am grateful to find myself here, back in the well again, pooled to rise again. Grateful for the true grace of yesterday's closing. The dark of the room. Turning to face it, embrace it, giving my day over into the arms of night. QiGong. Sit. A spiralling back through all the sensations. Goodnight. Goodmorning. Here we go again!