There are bursts of yellow everywhere. The garden is full of daffodils. I like how the blackbird balances the brightness of the colour of its beak with a sombre black/brown of its feathers. So these are a tribute to the blackbird.
The set with the earrings is sold but the feather necklace is in the shop.
For quite a while I've been feeling wordless. It seems as if my life is a conversation where periods of talking alternate with times of listening. So now I'm mainly listening and I don't know when that's going to change. I've always had this rhythm and thought there must be something wrong with me, it's all down to keeping the momentum up, having a routine, etc. etc. Maybe. But I'm beginning to suspect that maybe that's just how I am, impractical as it is. So I had a subversive thought: what if, circumstances permitting, instead of forcing the words, I allow myself to listen, until the wave breaks, the tide turns, because it will? Do you notice this dance of out and inwardness in yourself too?