What I was doing was…

Some more exploring the autobiographical sources of the novel story today. Had a few minutes of silent meditation on a question and then 10 minutes of writing about a period in my life. Found it tricky to connect with something so distant in my past, my memory isn’t that great and I had more questions about what those time might have felt like than any recollection -which is in itself interesting, why is that? Feeling good today having had some good sleep and being met by the sunshine lighting up my little home. Tomorrow I’m going to do some more of this, I am grateful for these pockets of reflection and activity without any huge expectations.