There is a holding of breath, mine and the world’s it seems. The birds stopped singing. Do they know what it is coming? They have promised 70 mile per hour winds. This poor town by the sea will take some battering but it may be worse in Cornwall. I want to wrap everyone up and keep them safe. Does everyone feel as unsafe as I do? He doesn’t. And yet, being out there in such winds can also be so exhilarating. I know this, I have felt it but not recently. Not for a while.
Another night sweat last night. It has been going on so long. Will my body find peace soon? Or must it wait for my mind to gain such sagacity first?
More possibilities of work fall away like eroding cliffs and the conundrum of what to do (with myself) continues to gnaw away at me. Should I try this or that? I just don’t know. If you don’t know what to do, do nothing, he used to say. Bless him. I hope he is OK. What a beautiful man he was but what rage.
Will peace come?
