This squiggle of light appeared on my writing room wall one morning earlier this year. It has never returned.
I have had: cold symptoms sequencing in reverse to the norm, a meeting with a lady who can teach me Reiki, a quiet weekend, unusual bedtime reading material; motivation to do yet another purge and sort of my belongings, space clearing, rearranging the placement of my bed etc. I watched Mansfield Park and liked some occasions of its cinematography, ate apples and pasta strewn with tabasco sauce, circuited the gorge and didn't go to meditation.
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