When I sit down to sit, my brain is quite blank. I notice this, and a phrase encapsulating it drifts across my brain, then another and another. Some part of me is operating like a TV psychic doing cold reading, throwing phrases at me, seeing which ones stick, and then coming up with others to follow up the ones that do. Don’t really get much done during the sitting this morning.
Morning spent working on a font, afternoon spent colouring in fairies, and watching lectures by the economist Paul Krugman on the internet
In the evening walk to the Bennett group, and then walk home again. Dinner, and last Sunday’s Being Human. Have decided that the weekend is best dedicated to the fairies, to get them out of the way.