Lately, I've upped the ante around here and things have been fairly busy. There is promise of yet more unprecedented ridiculousness in weeks to come. So, this Easter break is a big deal. It may well be a case for the perversity of setting the alarm earlier, in order to relax longer. Amongst all the baking and crafting and throwing a ball for a dog positively beside herself that her beach season has begun, I'm looking for still. The sort of still that is the sound of my own breathing. The sort of grounding, internal quiet that gets me every time I see this:
From the documentary on artist Andy Goldsworthy, "Rivers and Tides"
Have a very lovely, very long, Easter (or otherwise) ‘weekend’!