Yesterday late evening, as the sun was going down, this shard of light appeared on my bedroom wall.
One of life’s random remarks. A word from the Mystery, saying nothing the human intellect might categorise or understand, but eminently comprehensible to the soul.
So beautiful.
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A large, warm, fluffy scarf made in some kind of synthetic fabric from a hippy website. Kind if usefulish but not very.
Trousers. I have this ongoing unrealistic hopefulness about trousers. It all goes well until I get into some place with a 360omirror and am treated top the rear view. You see, I have short sturdy legs and ample child-bearing hips.
Interesting book about the concept of wabi-sabi, but I think Leonard Koren’s Wabi-Sabi for Artists, Designers, Poets and Philosophers has the edge on it, so I kept that instead. I also think non-Japanese wabi-sabi enthusiasts tend to overlook the distinction between wabi-sabi and shibui; and in reality shibui is what most of us want, rather than the rotting hovel, semi-bald brush and bucket with holes you might get lumbered with in pursuit of wabi-sabi.
Jeggings. Ahahaha. I lost some weight last year and got a bit over-ambitious. Oh dear.
I thought I would like this but it turned out to be thin and clingy. Er . . . no thanks.
More spare glasses from the days when I used to panic about that.