And before I digressed into that bracket, I was going to say that the Pages exercise was all about designing leaflets, et cetera, for a new enterprise, of which more shortly. Add to all of the above: Katie has come alive in a big way, with her friend Louie, in the Thursday Group story - meeting tomorrow - and today is a day full of new air blowing in from the sea. Taking this from Ruth's blog about Samhain a few days back - "For it was understood that in dark silence comes whisperings of new beginnings, the stirring of the seed below the ground" - I begin to wonder what lively seed this could be, blown in on such a wind.
This is not a day for silence and that quiet voice. This is a day for the wind and all its voices. There are whole religions built on the notion that we should be child-like in returning to the wisdom of innocence. But maybe I shouldn't try too hard in putting together a close that combines innocence/childhood with the happy clamour of the playground and the noise of this wind. Maybe I'll just leave it there, and go outside.