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When this grey morning of my life gave way to a sunny afternoon, I went for a walk through QE Park.
Flowers are starting to poke through the grass. Leaves are appearing on trees. I saw some ducks in a pond. They noticed me too. I could feel that they did not appreciate the attention. Wings were flapped.
Afterwards I stopped to watch some people playing football.
“If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, Infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro' narrow chinks of his cavern.” - William Blake (1790).
Or, 18th century advice to go touch some grass. My room, my desk, my set-up, is a sanctuary. But sometimes it can also feel like a prison. Does this happen to you?
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I love the quote from Blake. A writer I know referenced it in a piece, as in the hinges being blown off. What happens when our reality is shaken? It’s hard, but beyond that is the infinite, of which we are a part.
Lovely images, in both ink and words. Spring is a wonderful time of year and it's good for the soul to get outside.