Early Morning Reflections, Friday 25th July
The day began around 6 AM with nature's own podcast, offering its unique sounds: the gentle hum of the bumblebee, the quiet crackle of coffee brewing, and the distinct signals of the pigeons. Even Bart, our lodger, added to the soundscape with his characteristic stomping above. News of Bart finding proper new digs brought a sense of relief, meaning I won't have to sleep on the floor downstairs anymore – a simple relief, without fanfare. Bart departed before 6 AM, and soon after, Adrian's alarm next door signaled his usual awakening, another familiar sound in the morning's rhythm. I've been truly enjoying how Wetherby is unfolding, fostering a profound sense that I definitely do belong. This feeling connects to my core sense of being a witness without judgment, simply observing reality as it is. I've found that claiming a certain stillness prior to the day's fumes is essential for a long life and to avoid aging into senility. Anxiety, in contrast,...