#28.21 - The moon
Yesterday was a good day. It all began with me finally going out for a run. And then it just continued. I did the cupboards, cleaned the house, did laundry. Sorted out the fridge. Got rid of bottles and repositioned things Did my Irish!!! Yay! Finally wrote - and realised that was what I had been missing all this time. My writing. Since 6 Jan as the work piled up and filled my head - I missed writing Atlantis.
I even ate a whole lot less. The eating out of boredom was knocked on the head yesterday. I did some admin, and then in the evening, I headed out to do the full moon ritual. It was so beautiful. The ritual of the moon and the river high and gurgling. The mud and the fire... the beauty of the barren fields and trees. The air still and dry. The moon nowhere to be seen but there. Just the gladness of having gone there. And then after that back to Emma's for a drink and a chat. And some sausages. I got home around 9, and fell asleep. I was so happy.
So happy.
It is a windy grey cold day today. I stubbed my toe doing the hoovering and it is now turning black. Thankfully it didn't rip off, but it will soon. So this will make running difficult over the next few days. I've taken paracetemol. Hopefully it will be fine. I really do want to go running. I realise how much I miss it.
To do things which are good for me - that's the most important thing. For now. Self care and kindness. Gentle, gentle.
I am so so so sleepy.
But I will write.
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