Daleks in the Grass

Here is an attempted close up of Prunella Vulgaris, often called Selfheal, Heal-all, Cure-all etc. Centuries past it had a grand reputation in country medicine and some still claim that it is efficacious in all sorts of astonishing ways. I haven't tried any of them.

The particular power I've noticed Selfheal demonstrate is that however many photos I take the flowers always seem blurry. But I love them, because they make me think of little daleks in the grass, and cos bees adore them.

Spiegel im Spiegel

A difficult day. Tomorrow I must remember to get things done first thing, to accept that the way things are right now I'm inefficient after about 11 am. There is one appointment today, and I am stuck in waiting mode. This means my lack of focus is day long, I am making mistakes in everything including my writing. Edits are a no-no.

It feels like a waste of time, like something willpower should be able to change.
There is so much I should be doing.
How is it that I can't?

It's hard work writing about it, about anything.

The skin on my hands is very dry and tight.

I'm OK, my mood is not low, but it's baffling being like this. I want the appointment to turn up and be over. I want music. Spiegel im Spiegel is how I feel, but that's not what I want. I don't want to fade gorgeously, some delicate heroine asleep in a room full of exquisite beauties, white flowers in a vase, soft gauzy veils over a bed of swans feathers, glass ornaments and art nouveaux mirrors and Alexander Dumas dedicating his greatest novel to me while I dream. Send them all away! Most important, on no account let Puccini near me; he's not lucky for women.

I want to be awake. I want to be moving.

But every bone and muscle, even my brain is saying let this music play out. Tomorrow will be better.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FZe3mXlnfNc