Today find your digital chapel, your personal sacred space
Comes to mind, not much chance of that here.
I notice and name a few plants, the rose-bay-willowherb, gone to seed waving in the winter wind.
For a moment I focus on the branches of the scrubby willow. There is a quiet joy to the pattern of branches flowing like a delta, recalling other complexities and at the same time quietening things down. I am slumped and twisted in my seat, I start to breath.
A minute later I am reading my phone, a Medium post about Sweet Jane. The space has closed.