Still, clear air outside. A dog barks. Flames rage in the wood burner. In the distance the gentle hiss of the occasional car on the wet road. Cold feet on stone floor. Nothing done yet everything happening.
Iām a support worker in adult social care with an open-ended curiosity in the nature of mind.
Thisness is a stupid made up word to point to the quality of the present moment however it is.
Still, clear air outside. A dog barks. Flames rage in the wood burner. In the distance the gentle hiss of the occasional car on the wet road. Cold feet on stone floor. Nothing done yet everything happening.