All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well...
All feels right with the world today.
Last night I made, and froze, a banoffee pie, a mound of gooey loveliness to be eaten at the weekend. The rain has stopped. The first purple bud of the desk-plant I bought last year has appeared overnight; I have just re-read psalm 23 and using my brand new keyboard have written the start of the first poem I have written in what feels like years. Also the magnolias are out and at the weekend I found a heartshaped stone on the beach and there are only 2 clear days left between now and the end of Lent. Coffee is fast approaching....And, just for today, it feels like nothing else matters.
Today I feel like someone has just given me a long, cold drink of water.
I hope all is well with you.