Right now, as I type, this little lump of dough is rising in a warm place. In a rare break with Sunday morning convention, I too am tucked into a soft, warm place, with my slippers on and enjoying a hush. My ribcage rises gently with air again. It has been a while.
Many of us have landed at the half term break absolutely shattered, feeling like a lump of dough kneaded and pummelled and stretched to oblivion - who's with me here?! Transmitting, creating, making, doing, studying, babysitting, encouraging, lecturing, organising, cycling and keeping on top of finances. Enough.
Just for today, how about finding a spacious place; space to breathe in and out, be still, feed, and grow?
{Today's Soundtrack: ... hush now.}
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