Pause

The day is still , the light uncertain. Humans have retreated into houses and the shops seem subdued. Even the birds have quieted at the feeder and the acrobatic squirrel has vanished from sight. I too have slowed, felt hesitant, allowed the impact of recent days. My dreams have been populated by different bodies who might bear the brunt of an American election - those in the US and those halfway around the world. We measure our choices in the stories that unfold. The day is still, the light uncertain and I have retreated into my home. I take deep breaths, tilt my head as if to hear what’s coming, settle again into what matters now.