Retreat notes, Day I, Les Longues Bruyères:
Brilliant sun all day, as if a blessing. For no apparent reason.
Slept restlessly, with strange dreams in the night. As if something hard didn’t want to go away.
Long stretches of sitting, with birdsong, light wind, clouds outside the bay windows thrown open, drifting.
Willow the cat is blind now. She breaks my heart, going about her life without sight. I am moved to watch her look with her ears, nose, paws, whiskers. How alone and vulnerable she must feel, I think.
Or is that me?