Postcard - No 1

31 January 2024 - a few moments of calm.

Graceful acceptance of inevitability - l'acceptation gracieuse de l'inévitabilité. The last sunbeam of January, taken from the highest point on the hill, a branch of ancient chestnut, elegant even in decay. In the distance, from a different hill, music and voices chanting their notes into golden light. A few moments of meditative calm, a prayer.

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Hello dear friends, readers, writers and new subscribers,

Welcome February…

Is anyone else as relieved as I am that January is behind us?

In my last letter to you I may have mentioned I would be sending postcards with one or at least, few words. Errrr, well this is the first. Evidently I underestimated entirely just how difficult that is. I must correct such a zealous decision and say, I will do my best. Short and sweet, no waffling but no impossible promises!

While I am here, taking full advantage of my error—bien sûr—an explanation to proceed following letters.

The month of January has been a whirlwind of mind numbing crisis which left my already very haphazard schedule dawdling far behind me rather than running ahead. I dilly dallied through the first half of January, staggered heartbroken through the second with every one of many letters started, left idle, neglected and unfinished in draft form. When finally a ray of light crept through a crack in the door, we had a WiFi issue lasting through the only two days when I felt remotely capable of unscrambling words into vague coherent form.

Such is life.

The result, having reread, deleted and cast aside for another time/never, is that I will send you two letters in rather quick succession that should have been sent out during January. They risk being littered with typos/tear soaked/long.

Apologies in advance.

I hope the week has been kind to you, that you find wonder in your weekend.

Sent always with love and a little reminder to notice the quiet things that ask for no attention. Something I have forgotten in the melee of gloomy January days.

And this, (the one word, one phrase just keeps on growing… what can I say, Gemini’s are hopeless at ignoring distractions)

Emily Charlotte Powell

pulled me in from the very beginning with the words;

The edges of reality soften and blur. I can feel adventures and memories brush the back of my mind.

how could I not continue?

Do take a moment to lose yourselves on one of her magical paths…

While I Was Drawing

And this from

Luisa Skinner

…especially No 6!

6. daydream

a delicious season in which to linger, possibly in a hammock, watching the clouds drift…

Enjoy…

Seven seasons of sharing