Good Grief 70

I'm afraid your right atrium has had it madam ....
I was glad of a day off today before a busy few days ahead.
As far as today was concerned, and today is probably all we can ever deal with (we can do our best to prepare for tomorrow, but not too much, as we never know it will come or how it will turn out; we can do our best to understand yesterday, but not too much, as even that will change as the past distils into the unfolding essence of ourselves ... and that's my psychobabble for today) ... as far as today was concerned there were things I knew...
I knew I was shattered
I knew I needed fresh air
I knew I needed a walk
I knew I wanted to head to this area - it has a soft familiarity to it
I knew that I wanted to think a little about the idea of Maiden-Mother-Crone and a book by Starhawk that a friend has lent me. I thought the girls would be interested
I knew I had better walk sooner rather than later with Storm Abigail (is the 'gail' supposed to be a play on the word?) on her way
I knew I wanted to blip
I knew that doing these things would make a difference
I knew that the beauty of things would steal themselves back into my heart, revive me a little and help to keep me going a little bit further, a little bit longer.
I knew that I would feel some expansiveness again for a moment and my heart would be reminded a little of what it loves.