These days I find it hard to function. The constant rain, darkness and cold is affecting me to the extent where I find myself standing by my windows for hours, staring out towards where the sea usually can be seen, clutching a hot water bottle.
Or lying on the sofa in front of the fire, listening to the drip drop of water pouring through my ceiling.
The work I produce is abysmal.
I feel as though my core has turned to mush and all I can do is wait.
Wait, and trust that new life will grow though the many layers of darkness and corruption.
As within, so without.
As above, so below.
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Everyone I know if feeling the oppression of the dark, brooding rain leaden sky’s , oh for the sun to breath new life into us all once more
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Yes, waiting is such a challenge.. It’s been too long.
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Yep, that would be me too… we do have a few daffs in the garden but totally windblasted.
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I spent the morning outside cutting back my Buddleia because the wind was catching the branches and uprooting the entire bush They grow on a slope and the soil is clay and so wet that the roots have lost their grip….
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Anna, I feel as though you are channeling my thoughts! Apparently, judging by the comments above, we are not alone in these feelings.
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