The feet in my lap means automatic foot massage, what hands and feet and laps were made for...LOL...--otherwise ....lucky me ; we get to live together between all the observed and well crafted sentences.
It is that book, I am savoring it like a rich chocolate cake with a cup of tea and rereading each entry the following day, not just because I have terrible brain fog and fatigue, it feels comforting somehow. Enjoy revisiting it. xx
Such wonderful words, I feel I am still very much 'wintering' and reading a book of the same name that resonates, just got to a chapter called 'slumber' that talks about those wee hours you describe. I too feel the agitation as the sun goes down and almost rush to get everything finished that I feel I should have. Thank you for the reminder to appreciate the movement of the sun, the quiet peace and the flow of blessings, wishing you the very same. Hannah xx
Thank you for these thoughtful reflections, Hannah - and the reminder of a book that I loved. Assuming it's Wintering by Katharine May - a treasure. I listened to the audio book a few years back. You've inspired me to go listen again.
"For me, sundown brings this emptiness: What have I even done today? What have I accomplished? Sometimes, I sit down and write in my journal. Mostly though, I click on a TV show and fill the empty place with whatever I’m binge-watching. Shetland or Queer Eye or a home-remodeling program. I like mysteries and transformation shows. I like watching messy houses get spruced up. I like seeing 60 year old women remember how beautiful they are."
This whole piece is stunning, but this particular part helped me see something I didn't completely see until right now. Thank you.
Gorgeous, wonderful, and soothing to read. Thank you for this.
Thank you, Maxima, for reading it. So glad to encounter you here.
The feet in my lap means automatic foot massage, what hands and feet and laps were made for...LOL...--otherwise ....lucky me ; we get to live together between all the observed and well crafted sentences.
It is that book, I am savoring it like a rich chocolate cake with a cup of tea and rereading each entry the following day, not just because I have terrible brain fog and fatigue, it feels comforting somehow. Enjoy revisiting it. xx
Such wonderful words, I feel I am still very much 'wintering' and reading a book of the same name that resonates, just got to a chapter called 'slumber' that talks about those wee hours you describe. I too feel the agitation as the sun goes down and almost rush to get everything finished that I feel I should have. Thank you for the reminder to appreciate the movement of the sun, the quiet peace and the flow of blessings, wishing you the very same. Hannah xx
Thank you for these thoughtful reflections, Hannah - and the reminder of a book that I loved. Assuming it's Wintering by Katharine May - a treasure. I listened to the audio book a few years back. You've inspired me to go listen again.
"For me, sundown brings this emptiness: What have I even done today? What have I accomplished? Sometimes, I sit down and write in my journal. Mostly though, I click on a TV show and fill the empty place with whatever I’m binge-watching. Shetland or Queer Eye or a home-remodeling program. I like mysteries and transformation shows. I like watching messy houses get spruced up. I like seeing 60 year old women remember how beautiful they are."
This whole piece is stunning, but this particular part helped me see something I didn't completely see until right now. Thank you.
Writing that paragraph helped me see it too.
Thank you for sharing. ❤️
Ah, Titti. Thank you for reading. :)