Saturday, August 9
Friday, August 8
In Shelford deli
Nana asks for one bakewell tart for now
and two to take home for later.
I like her style.
and two to take home for later.
I like her style.
Monday, August 4
two small girls on pink bicycles. one has got the knack - she sways from side to side as she pedals faster and faster, laughing. the other keeps losing her nerve, slowing, putting down her feet. their mum watches from the park bench, tightening their pink helmets, saying encouraging words. the girl who is biking fast falls off, her mum runs to pick her up, holds her, and sets her down when she's ready. she gets back on. they both keep on biking.
Sunday, August 3
Saturday, August 2
Friday, August 1
Sitting meditation with the doors open
Cool air keeps returning to brush against my bare right arm. Thoughts skip past - outside coming in and inside going out, where is the boundary?
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