Feels hard to know what to write after all these weeks and months. But like they say, the days run away like horses over the hills. I didn't mean to leave it so long, it just kind of happened. I've missed it a lot; laying things down here helps me to order my thoughts and to find the good.
Sugar Mountain feels like a habit, a good one. And not writing has felt like neglecting the part of me that makes time for what is important. It gets so easy to be carried away with daily bits and pieces. Not just work (though, so much work), but yoga and running, drinks and dinner and the theatre and films and going to lectures and long breakfasts and being out in the world. I love it, have had a good couple of months, but I haven't felt rested or calm. Things have felt overwhelming. Last weekend I ran from one thing to another and felt late for everything. Monday after work I kind of fell apart a bit, in between trying to pack to go away for work. I need to be better at slowing down.
I came across saar manche and this beautiful picture last week. The light is changing here, the days are longer and I get a little of that golden hour on my walk home. The jasmine is out too, by the kitchen window. I planted it a couple of years ago when I moved in and it's climbing over the fence now, pink and white flowers and a heady fragrance. The star jasmine on my balcony blossoms a little later and lasts longer, but it's this first jasmine that I love most.