morning jog to piddinghoe and back… foot grumbling a smidge, but not toooo bad (touch wood), have missed running since jan
full moon and buddha day!… nothing speaks so powerfully of impermanence as moving our ageing but miraculous bodies through the glorious and ever changing spring
enjoy the beauty and vibrancy of this fleeting physical form
lumber creak and wheeze, me, well i was a slo-mo day-glo blur!
odd to find a daffodil in may, empathy for all late bloomers
oh and hogweed(?), gets a bad rap, have been loving the heady smell from huge clumps of this roadside plant
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was thinking earlier of, as a kid, going for a run with dad to the paper shop with hound on lead in tow, ooh way back in the mid 70’s,
must have only happened once or twice, not a family of athletes, but the jogging craze swept the nation!
amber: I love your posts, they make me smile 