Low, gray clouds fill my morning sky again, not so thick as to be ominous but not so thin as to let the sunrise peak underneath. Fourteen of the last Fifteen days. Light rain, off and on, cool temperatures and a lot of gray. I lie on my floor and dream of big swashes of yellow brightening up my world. The gray conditions can weigh on my emotions and make fertile ground for sadness and loss to be held, comforted and processed.
Another beautiful piece on the magic and mystery of the simplest things. Happy to hear you are resting in your "nest," too.
Thank you dear Lauren.