circles

I seem to have few words at the moment. However, these circles seem to express better than words can the sense of delicious wholeness life is offering us at the moment. Our neighbour made this mandala for his mother’s birthday from pictures taken around our magical hamlet; my oldest friend with whom I shared a room between the ages of eleven and seventeen is taking her sabbatical in a gite down the road; I am working on a book proposal and measurements for the hemp gallery floor were taken today by a team of dancing organic gnomes.

We spent this morning in bed dreaming up an escape from the sudden intensity. Julian imagines us on a beach somewhere with nothing to paint, nothing to wrap or post, no-one to answer - just circles to draw in the sand……



An hour spent looking at cheesy tower-block package holidays on the internet cured us of that (though I still think a weekend in Marrakesh would be great) and we have decided to try and stay present with it all.