I currently have pluerisy, a very painful inflammation of the lungs that can happen when an infection hangs around too long. Rose kindly helped me get to my favourite fair of the year anyway and I did my best to stay warm and avoid too much smoke from all the cooking fires. Poppy went as a dragon, and apart from being unpleasantly car sick part way there, had a great time watching the dancing and fighting and playing in the skate park and a big burned out tree. It was lovely to touch base with friends and familiar faces. The campfire space looked after by two Aboriginal women is one of our families favourite places to rest. Today we ate damper and yarned and felt at peace amongst the hubbub. A friends dropped in this evening for 5 minutes and stayed for 3 hours while we ranted about health and science and parenting at each other. 💙 I’m crawling into bed exhausted but sated. Today has carried me along like a leaf in a river and tumbled me gently into exactly what I needed. Rare and precious.
My journal and bone pen are calling my name. Nights like this alone in bed for a little while in the shadows I find myself breathing sweeter air.