my mind is like a waterfall right now~thoughts and ideas that have been building up for weeks are rushing out of me, falling into a cold, brown pool of water.
thoughts and ideas that have been germinating in my mind like seeds while i have been poorly are spinning~spinning.
the mind is strong but the body is still week~the moon, still not quite full, will be rising over my garden very soon~my beautiful, fledgling sacred garden and so i shall wrap up warm~the slight chill of the summer evening is still making me cough~and sit a while, listening to the last birdsong of the day and watch as the moon once again rises beyond the rambling rose.
i really hope that later this week i can get out and about and start on my garden again