Happy Thanksgiving! Peckham Rye Park, South-East London, November 2005
High among the things I’m thankful for this Thanksgiving are the kind, talented, interesting people encountered and the beautiful, surprising, funny, sometimes searing writing and artwork discovered in the past year of on-line wandering.
I've been feeling tired and depleted by an awful cold and high fever, as well as many practical worries (nothing dreadful). Going through the motions of the days, with nothing left over for blogging. But will be back.
¶ 1:24 p.m.
Jean, I'm thinking of you this morning as fog wreaths my house. This feels far more like England than home! You sound like you could use some mending and replenishing time. Know that my thoughts are with you, friend.
You offer thanks for those you've discovered on-line, us, so beautifully, and then mention your fever and that you are depleted. And, oh, your generosity, and then what is going on behind your words, in your life. I hope you can share "the motions of the days" a little, that you don't leave for too long... sending 'get better soon' energies & lots of *hugs*