Wounded

Marsh woundwort.
Today was a tough one.
A nice little walk to wake up my body, a very large brown wily dog fox almost the colour of chocolate crossed my path.
Sky larks and yellow hammers, goldfinches and a bachelor Chiff chaff calling out more in hope than probability this late in spring.
Breakfast and a 100 minute cycle around the surrounding roads helped soothe the pain of being told that I have to find another site in a week’s time. A different licence is required for homeless people, I need to find a residential site which will probably be quite expensive. Anyway the challenge is on. I also had a very important meeting with a group of people who are trying to help me in a project that means a lot to me going forward, although it isn’t the end of the road the restrictions are ridiculously strict at this moment in time.
More hassle from cousins trying to control me and my belongings didn’t help but I am starting to demand my rights to access my property and the police are now involved.
A lack of communication and support in other areas of my life has generally made me feel very low and vulnerable.
A good night’s sleep and some exercise in Gods presence will I’m not in any doubt repair any unnecessary overthinking I was doing.