It wasn’t satisfactory. In fact, it wasn’t anything at all. The results haven’t been processed (there’s a paucity of people to read the scan findings at the hospital, apparently and there’s a six week backlog, he was told). So it was all a misunderstanding. A friend said that this full moon has the ‘devil in it’, so perhaps it is to blame. All this stirring up of life, of the sea, of the wind and the universe. And the threat of war. The big and the small, all so unsettling, so frightening. Perhaps it is the moon and when it calms down and the devil goes maybe, just maybe all will be peaceful again. Who knows?
A Monday morning and there is much to put in place and order. And the wind still howls outside, moaning like a wild animal scratching and mithering to come in to the warm.
I write down the sentences that come to me on waking. Two universes as incompatible as chalk and cheese. Interesting though.
I wish you all well. All of my loves. All of you.
And can there be more jaw jaw so that there can be no war war? Please.
