And so, I feel for you all-- I really do-- as I seem to have lost my ability to winnow the photographs down to a manageable two or three and instead, ahead of you awaits an onslaught of endless, overlarge photos of essentially the same thing: Henry and Daisy in the field an hour ago when the light was going down.
She wrote, "that i am, already, the woman i’ve longed for."
Yeah. Wow, right?
That one really rang out to me. It rang out, it burrowed deeply, it lifted me up, it set me on my feet-- it was such a lovely phrase and it felt rather amazing to respond to that statement with a -- yes, me too.
Oh wait-- that was the goal, right? See-- I have the difficulty with sinking in to the whole "resting as do nothing assignment." Oh sure, I'm good for a couple of hours-- three at the max-- but soon my inner taskmaster starts kicking up her heels and demanding I become productive. Which, lucky for me, wasn't going to happen this weekend as once I had begun sinking into the unwound state-- I found I was quite limp and unable to rewind--- I was kind of like one of those cassette tapes of old that got eaten in your car radio cause you played it one too many times and suddenly there's this grinding sound and when you punch the stop button and pull out the tape it's too late-- the black tape has hemorrhaged all through the player and all you can do is pull until all the strands are free and in a slippery mess in your lap.
Fortunately for me, after giving in to it all day yesterday and then most of today-- I finally shifted the energies.