Being humble

As I walked along the track toward Kairos, I held my hands in front of me, palms facing forward, fingers down. I felt some little buzz of energy on my skin and I was thinking: "May you who wish to evade me feel my approach and move away without fear; may all sense that I mean no harm."

Who knows whether it made any difference, but it felt somehow respectful to the residents of the place.

I was pleased to see that Kairos had flushed out and was looking much better.

I sat for a long time. Thinking, writing, drinking my coffee.

A muntjac was browsing down the hill. Something startled her and she ran, with her clumsy hopping gait, up the rise toward me. She turned to one side and ducked into the trees, but at no point did I think she had seen me though she ran quite close.

Squirrels foraged and chased each other. A chattering band of tits was feeding in the canopy above me - great tits, blue tits, and coal tits all together.

I felt very peaceful.

On the way back to the car, I finished Who Fears Death? by Nnedi Orakofor. It was good: interesting and charged. The author is interesting - and prolific. I might well read more of her work.