in which I fail to come up with a compelling subject line

[saffronhare]

There were a lot of compelling subject lines explored over the weekend, in a metaphorical sense, so I guess I can live without one this morning. The most pleasant re-discovery was that the world will continue to revolve without my full attention and propulsion, and that certain creatures within it survive just fine when I remove the kid gloves now and again.

Upon leaving the house yesterday afternoon, I saw the first few saffron crocus bulbs opening up to the sun. They were so lovely and bright and brave and sweet. I actually stopped the car and went to say hello before going on with my day. Not quite an omen, but definitely a gift.

The one coherent thought that's stuck with me from yesterday's ritual is this: thank heavens I don't have bad knees.

Comments

[saffronhare.livejournal.com]

Nope. I mean, I bet we will -- because you and I exist in this rare atmosphere of being able to critique each other really well. But what I meant was all about somebody else. Not something we need to dwell on here at all. :) On a related note, I took it as a good sign that Barbara didn't Make the Face, but cried instead.

I'm not so much doing penance today as continuing to work toward alignment of worlds and bodies and consciousnesses. I'm doing everything I need to do to help it along...it's just not a process that tolerates rushing. (sigh) Thankfully, it's one helluva a good ride, and I "ride well."

[fionnabhar.livejournal.com]

I could hear everything. It was great for that alone!

[saffronhare.livejournal.com]

Oh, how awesome. Thank you!