Eloping moon

Sharing secrets. Of the good kind. With you.

The clouds have stolen the sky, the sea is a simmer of faint silver melting into the horizon. Every day, something. There’s always something. One darn thing… or one beautiful thing after another. History. Nature. Hugs. The sky. As is. Bird song. A day’s journey. The music of the train. The stars.

Glass half empty? Or half full, still or sparkling or both, add ice and lemon?  

This morning got off to a spectacular start. Orange glow one side, faint pink smudges on the other. The best way to enjoy it was to spin round 360 and see it all. At the end of this circle you clocked a huge moon of the roundest kind, silently eloping into the far hills and much further than I’ve ever seen it before.

After that, the day sunk into grey. I walked as always and dreamt of coffee to warm up. No frost, mist or dew though. The three ethereal wise dudes I love only visit on special days. Robins this morning are not lost for words. They chat about sunrise in the trees.

‘Did you see last night’s?’

‘Yeah! To die for!’ And off he flies. Somewhere high.

Candy floss mornings, glass waters and moons on all-nighters. There’s always something positive. If I’m looking. If I let the pencil loose.

‘Only with the heart can you touch the sky’ — Rumi.

Wishing you a lovely weekend ahead.

Reading this week… I just finished reading ‘Sorrow and Bliss’ by Meg Mason. What a book! I have never read a book that is so intensely painful for so much of its journey. A very affecting book that I am very glad I read. Need to thank my niece for the recommendation.

Here on Sub Stack I came across

Molly Wizenberg

for the first time, not that she really needs promotion with 8000 subscribers, but it takes a whole lot of work to get to that level so why not!

"There’s a machine in my head that takes an experience and transforms it"

Encourage Meant

by Barrie from

Feasts and Fables

is good for people starting out like me, needing a little positive help with writing from time to time. Like me! Never give up! Right??

And Susie’s stunning piece, starting the day with a glorious sunrise and worshipping the art of frost got me, hook, line and sinker:

One morning—one hour.