Transcribing Notebooks

Behind the scenes.

Behind the absentee blogger.

I’m filling my notebooks and then typing them up.

I’m listening to the rain on our tin roof and watching a pigeon sheltering on the back porch top stair.

It’s there all day.

Today it is pouring. Today there are floods.

I have favourite spots around my house, where I can peek out the windows at greenery.

Find a snatch of a cool breeze.

I’m digging deep and delving into life, lived, wisdoms learned and inspirations from historical and artistic figures.

I’m watching as my fledgling children begin to leave home. Stretch their wings. Find their vocations.

I’m pondering mysteries.

Beautiful, ugly, mundane and fantastical, full of dreams and practicalities.

Seeing homeless people on the street.

Reading, and finishing books, like All Our Shimmering Skies, Phosphorescence. And the language is shimmering. The sadness is being flooded by kindness…