I’ve spent the afternoon lying on the couch reading my current novel: All the light we cannot see. Energy that I thought might be increasing didn’t last too long. I fitted in a load of washing, my 5 minute energy routine (Donna Eden), vacuuming the lounge and some work on the computer. Then the couch beckoned to me.
I hopped up now and then to send a text, drink some water, take my drops, or eat my lunch. I want to be jumping around doing a million things, but my body wants rest. Quiet gentle time. So I give her that time.
I look up and see those shadows on the fridge. This means the sun is dipping behind the trees, it ‘s time to move from the couch…
Looking back from the shadow – the jasmine that is casting her pattern on the fridge. Next to her, a small apothecary.
The change of light on the fridge reminds me of washing now in shadow, so I slowly move myself from the couch, camera in hand and snap what I’m seeing. I go outside to the washing line. It’s soft and clean and no damp has landed on it yet, I’m just in time as I throw the pegs in their bag and the sheets in the basket.
Now I’m here, thinking what my top gratitude for the day is:
That I am witnessing the beautiful play of light at different times of day, especially this evening.