Stubborn gladness: September

“We must have the stubbornness to accept our gladness in the ruthless furnace of this world.” – Jack Gilbert.

Five little things I’ve found to live and love lately, in stubborn gladness:

An early rise to write the next 1600 words of the first draft of my novel before packing a flask of iced coffee, with sunnies on, playlist made, and feet bare as we hit the road. We chased the last trails of summer light south into the countryside.

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Oh for the sweet, sweet love of secondhand stories.

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Crazy beautiful sunshine on the first day of autumn and a cobblestone avenue with a canopy of lamp lights and leaves. I took my sandals off and strolled up and down Birdcage Walk. On either side were a higgledy piggledy maze of old gravestones amongst wildflowers. The green air and sweet, warm breeze sent me into an incoherent, heady fizz = insert something philosophical and lyrical here about the profundity of feeling all our feelings and following the light of our dreams.

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Yeah, let’s!

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The typography. The red! A ‘new’ vintage dress high that reached such heights, I wore the dress straight out of the op shop I found it in. The pint of lager in the pub across the road with squabbling seagulls and golden views overlooking the river. The sun coming back after a brief chuck down. The Rolling Stones singalong in the street that was happening as this was taken. Living the little things to get my ‘rocks off’.

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