It’s been one of those weeks. A week when it’s been impossible to settle to get anything done. What with the state of the States, the continued looming menace of Brexit, and what the New York Times referred to as “England’s spotty lockdown”, the uncertainty seems almost palpable.
Clients are unwilling to make decisions and there’s a general feeling of the world being on pause, waiting for other people to move before we see where the opportunities are and where we should direct our energies.
One thing that is clear, though, is that life isn’t suddenly going to become simple and smooth, and I feel that moaning about lack of focus is really not helping: I should just pull myself together and make a bit of an effort. If I can’t give the clients a good shake, I can at least shake up my own life and habits.
Which accounts for why I was out early enough yesterday morning to take these photographs of a suitably vague autumn sunrise in Middle England.
I’m not pretending that this is a public declaration of intent or anything, but for my own personal wellbeing, I will probably try and maintain this more active attitude. So, today, too, I was up and out early, though the wild park didn’t offer the same picturesque appeal as yesterday’s river.
This morning I didn’t have enough time to go farther, though, as I needed to be at my desk at 8am for a writing session with my co-author, Lucía, as w’re already working on the third book for the modern Pagan prayers project.
The second book – Elemental Voices: Pagan prayers for a modern planet – went live on Amazon a few days ago. Like A wound in time, it was enormous fun to write; if readers get half as much pleasure from it as the authors have, we will be extremely happy. And that, at least, is something I am certain about.
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