Coldest period of the year. Struggled to get warm. Last few jobs of year paper work, one meeting ahead, expenses to be sent in.
Medical options being thoughtfully examined.
Like many rurally things slowed down.
Since pandemic life quieter. More isolation evident. Living life of roaming in mission, bit cut off from previous colleagues. But communication taking place.
Already feel LIFE closed down for the year.
Water in field topped up like a bath.
Drain and river's broken bank doesn't look good.
Reminded myself that this morning spiritual practice wasn't of my liking.
Required, one word central prayer.
Silence was achieved, but due to my practice, further, my actual being, capable of that. Noise and movement more my spiritual leanings.
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