A few days ago a southerly blew in and with it came true autumn. All of a sudden we're wearing woollens, taking hot water bottles to bed and preparing soups and stocks for the weeks ahead.
Thank you so much for the nurturing comments on path. I've been thinking a lot about this time of year, the way our bodies need to work harder to stay warm and healthy. It's no wonder we're all feeling the lull, it's a seasonal shift and clearly we're all adjusting.
I've spent a lot of time away from the internet this week and it's been really nice. It's a busy world, this online place, and I get so overwhelmed by the plethora of, well, stuff. I liken it to walking through the streets of the city; the small boutiques and urban quirks are inspiring but the fast pace and vivid lights tire me in the end. I so easily get swept up in the crowd and it's difficult to pull away.
When I do step back the break is genuinely refreshing. The afternoons are spent outdoors, soaking up that clear, white autumn light. Dinner is on the stove by 4o'clock and babies are bathed by 5.30. Bedtime comes earlier; a cup of camomile by my side. I stop wanting and start appreciating. The washing gets folded too.
Like I have said to so many of my friends lately: go gently.