Gorgeous, immersive writing as always Lynne. My favourite image was: "For the spider’s web wedged in the doorway of the workshop, which each morning was laced with shining silver dew-drops like a bag chandelier strung with crystals, sagging under its own opulence."
And I also loved picturing Hedge's bum wobbling across your garden. How I miss our nightly lockdown visitor since our neighbours got a new, non-gappy fence!
Looking forward to your October noticings and reflections already. x
I love this post. It's so evocative - I can feel the rain and the gloom (the dripping gutter - oh yes!) - the coziness and the warmth from the inside, and even the warmth generated from your gratitude. Just the effort of being grateful must create warmth. I can get all of the gratitude - even for the downfall that you were underneath. You might need to help me with how to feel grateful for headaches! Thank you as ever Lynne - beautiful writing that supports me to connect with my own relationship with the seasons and place.
Oh thank you! They look great subversive gratitude practice has been quite interesting. I write ‘I am grateful….’ Then think of all the things that are NOT nice - morning headaches is one. But the act of reading it all back over the month has out a different spin on it, I can see the life in all its parts right there, good and bad. That I can feel any of it (ie I’m alive!!!!) is just flipping awesome 🤩
This was a lovely read I’ve very glad I stumbled across it! I love your description of the rooks and the “black-bellied” clouds
Thank you! And welcome to my little corner of Substack ☺️
Beautiful writing as ever Lynne. Thank you for sharing x
Thank you Bel xx
How lovely to share in your thoughts and feelings during this transitional period and to hear ‘you’ through the descriptions - beautiful. Thank you.
Thank you dear Sophia 😘
There is joy and beauty in your gratitude, reluctant or otherwise Lynne, and in the way that you describe your noticings.
Thanks so much Michela 💕
Gorgeous, immersive writing as always Lynne. My favourite image was: "For the spider’s web wedged in the doorway of the workshop, which each morning was laced with shining silver dew-drops like a bag chandelier strung with crystals, sagging under its own opulence."
And I also loved picturing Hedge's bum wobbling across your garden. How I miss our nightly lockdown visitor since our neighbours got a new, non-gappy fence!
Looking forward to your October noticings and reflections already. x
Thank you Christina 🙏💕 Hedge really is such a bum-wobbler 😂
I love this post. It's so evocative - I can feel the rain and the gloom (the dripping gutter - oh yes!) - the coziness and the warmth from the inside, and even the warmth generated from your gratitude. Just the effort of being grateful must create warmth. I can get all of the gratitude - even for the downfall that you were underneath. You might need to help me with how to feel grateful for headaches! Thank you as ever Lynne - beautiful writing that supports me to connect with my own relationship with the seasons and place.
Oh thank you! They look great subversive gratitude practice has been quite interesting. I write ‘I am grateful….’ Then think of all the things that are NOT nice - morning headaches is one. But the act of reading it all back over the month has out a different spin on it, I can see the life in all its parts right there, good and bad. That I can feel any of it (ie I’m alive!!!!) is just flipping awesome 🤩