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Singing as the Darkness Lifts 04 09 2023 (#SingingAsTheDarknessLifts 1)

Singing as the darkness lifts, 04 09 2023

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I am building a new relationship with Mondays this September.  I made this decision ahead of last Monday, but sort of forgot to take action. Prior to this I had decided that I would like to see what Monday mornings smelt like. My inspiration? A change of direction for me careerwise which means I won't be driving to work each morning and the fact that whilst walking in the rain the other day the air smelt of raw meringue. I did laugh when I put the bins out last Monday and forgot to smell the morning, but I hadn't actually started on my new journey so perhaps it was too early to begin anyway.

This morning the air smelt of warm hotel carpet and someone else's perfume. The waning moon greeted me in a cloudless blue sky and it was twenty-one degrees by nine am. That moon stayed with me all the way to my late morning stop at Corley Service Station. At times it appeared to be the only thing in the sky and then it mimicked a national speed limit sign and became the companion of planes and a buzzard. 

Here's to noticing the small things and finding joy, and to noticing what makes our hearts sing as the darkness lifts...

Sisters finding Joy, 31st August 2023.


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