Empty = full
Later: Oops. I've just received a loving email from a friend asking me if I'm alright. "Empty = Full?", she asked. "I hope nothing is wrong?" Nothing's wrong, no. To the contrary; I'm feeling full because I'm enjoying my first 'empty' day in quite some time ('empty' as in, open-to-do-with -it-what-I-will; undisturbed, delicious, expansive) so this is a happy, wholesome emptiness... I can see, though, how those two words on their own might give rise to questions or concern. (I'm sorry, M!)
My linen's out on the line, the bellbirds are singing. Sage is stretched out along the top step of the ladder-to-the-loft and the sun's been shining pretty much since dawn. A few errant raindrops fell just a moment or two ago - nature's instrument coming along to perform a brief jig on my corrugated iron roof...
I'm relishing the day's quiet. Life's been full-on lately (amongst other things, I'm finishing work for an exhibition that opens in Dunedin nine days from now...) so today's solitude has been necessary and filling.