This morning, not accepting the clear fact that I was tired, I set up a ladder and began to dismember a lighting unit that was in need of improvement. There was a struggle, and the lights that I held smashed down, scattering shards of glass all over the floor - and leaving me miserably distraught. Fortunately, Isabel was present and she sorted out my mind, enabling me to sort out my mess!
After this I needed my regular walk on the Common; and in particular I needed, more than usually, the glen of trees. As I moved towards it, my walk seemed more like pilgrimage; and, as used to be the custom, I found myself first circulating the outer path of the ground; before, as usual, holding the central tree and finally prostrating before it.