Well, lashings of rain and thunder did little to clear the hot and humid air around here, but the poor thirsty garden was mighty glad of it. And it did clear my head at least a little. Is it just me or is it more difficult to think clearly when the weather is very hot?
I have been weighed down lately with worries about the past, and very unsure which direction to take from the choices available. I am hoping the storm has washed away some of this anxiety. And perhaps those unbridled crashes of thunder, which surely shook the very foundations of the house, not to mention the people in it, will have awoken me to the gifts of the present.
Thankfully it was cooler in the house over the weekend so I was very happy to spend time on this commission – a combination of poetry and painting which will be off to America this week.