We can't improve on nature.
These August days have given me time to stitch and read. Swim.
I am not thinking. I have 'no mind'.
But there is room inside me for this huge August sky.
It IS amazing, isn't it?
This is the first summer that Ned and I have lived at his family cottage nearly full time and although he might not agree, I think that we have both slowed into a dream like rhythm. I do nothing, yet I work all the time. Thoughts and ideas rise up.