Three commutes last week. The journey in is trivial. But the last hour of the way home draaaaaaaags. I spent altogether too long noodling on my phone, so it’s time to get back into novels. Friday started a glorious weekend. Got my feet in the sand, got R’s bucket and spade out, made some clothes salt-damp. Lovely. Sunset solstice party in the castle on Saturday. So good to get out for a dance. I also went up for a grief circle/meditation with Katie Rose on Sunday. Grounding and beautiful, all emotions laid out in the heat. The first flower on River’s magnolia bloomed for solstice, for Father’s Day. River is a presence here, even for her sister: on Sunday evening she came out with me to say hello and look at the bloom. She then nabbed her watering can and gently watered the base of the tree. It is play and care, and obviously we wish she could be this tender with a baby, but it is melting to watch.
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