116. The Clouds Above Moved At A Pace ☁️☁️
Friends,
It’s (almost) the weekend.
Make sure you drink a huge glass of water before reading this email. 💧
Here’s three things you may find interesting and/or meaningful.
1. Yoga Schmoga 🧘🏼♀️
Taking a day off work soon so I can grab a class at this gorgeous yoga studio in South London.
2. A Poem
What I Didn’t Know Before — Malinda Meadows
I didn’t know
standing there, alone,
by the playground wall
was where all the action was taking place.
Not on the swings that swung high
or the curvy slides that flung.
Nor in the incessant chatter,
or the chasing round and round.
The clouds above moved at a pace
too slow for most people’s attention as
the tiny threads of my sweater
attached like suction cups to the cold concrete wall.
I didn’t know
the morning was a time
to decant my forgotten thoughts, to
prepare for a long day ahead of talking.
I didn’t yet know the relief in stillness,
the power in silence,
or how to put this importance into words.
So I just looked to the clouds —
quietly, content, alone —
and marveled in its unnoticed palette of possibilities,
where all the action was taking place.
3. Beach Bum 🤿
My favourite British designer photographed at her Suffolk beach house by India Hobson.
(Oh, she reminds me so much of my late Mom 💔)
See you next Sunday.