Maybe drifting is a better word.
No coffee today.
Floating, yes, but moving in no particular direction. I sense this is the way it will be.
It's a sunless day. My Nest of Days has become a light catcher. Mind's Eye Stitching style Thread Beads.
It has become apparent that my online teaching days are over. I didn't decide. It is just drifting off. And I am adjusting to a new slowness. Don't expect any consistency here except going along. The weaving of days.
I am glad I said it. I have been feeling it for a long time. This morning while listening to the river, I let go.
( there was once a cloth called Listen to the River)