John Naish recommends keeping a journal similar to this as a good way to survive mass anxiety: How to survive the global panic. He calls me 'an expert gratitude spotter'.
1. Stars are pressed into the pavement in all the flamey reds and golds of autumn.
2. Rolls of fat grey cloud cover the sky. The low late sun tints the eastern bellies with grubby orange.
3. I am passing the bus stop just as the bus pulls in, and get a lift up the hill.
Straight back in, persimmons and squabble.
1. In the small hours, I finish the e-book I've borrowed from the library and change it for the next one in the series. 2. We finish the...
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1. An enormous fat bumble bee at work. She is so bulky that she can knock dead blossoms out of the way as she gets right in to the new jasmi...
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1. The shortest night and the longest day. I was up at Wellington Rocks with Anna, Paul and Jason. We couldn't see the sun through the m...
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1. I promised myself I wouldn't moan and grumble about it -- but I do. And as if by magic, a very kind friend produces the required blaz...