And the change in the wind. All day, from wake-up time, a strong, sustained, cleansing South wind; we went out in it before breakfast, let it blow the light through us, let it blow out the cobwebs and shadows. At the start of a day spent in the wind. What is a proper wind-change? A time to hold onto what's valuable, to open your fingers and let slip the rest. All this tightness, these harsh truths spoken by friends not exactly taken for granted, but relied upon to be a certain way, giving a glimpse of their different reality.
This morning, one of the many varieties of rain found in Cornwall, neither heavy nor light, wetting. A thorough wash for the air, to wash away the departed season? And yet, the radio yesterday, sadly, a spokesperson for the protesters at the cathedral; the protest now, apparently, is all about the familiar bland buzzwords: democracy, government without a mandate, austerity measures (I think he did use the traditional word: cuts). To which I would say: yeah, sure, but you don't have to talk in exactly the same terms as everybody else; could we go back to the beginning, where the grievance was corporate greed, bankers, politicians, maybe now even pick up the faint near-biblical tone of some commentary?
Those buzzwords may make you a no-brainer of a story for an unthinking media, may get you airtime, but they mean you're just fitting yourself into a demo story we've heard before. Express yourselves in your own deeply felt specifics, give us something with which we can engage.