holidays. Sunshine and sea. swimming in rivers. swimming under a tall waterfall – the clear sight of the water spraying in jets across the sky above me. Clear water around me, cool, alive.
Back home the sense that my space is so crowded, needs rearranging. That sense so clear – my vision so clear, soft and gentle. No doubling, no jumping. Soild but delicate. And on the next day too, outside the colours, the perspective, the distance – inside reading stories, all holding so well.
Now slowly back I’m challenged by the held patterns. Feel the tightness returning, anger rising, calm leaving and blurring back again. 2 steps into clarity and one back again. My clear vision is so good! And so strange and lonely and fragile and tiring.