Friday, 11 December 2015

Quest questions

I am going somewhere. Does the where matter more than the journey?  I practise walking every day sometimes choosing to give my bus fare to a busker because I am flowing or floating not dragging or stumbling.  I walk and I draw looking for the same feeling of knowing I have got it right.  There is excitement in not quite knowing, leaving space in the plans for growth and change.




Tuesday, 1 December 2015

Unsticking myself

It is the second of December not the first of January, but I realised this blog had got fat and slow and I felt stuck.  So I have swept it all away and now I can imagine the view from the top of a hill, a wide open horizon is before me.  My lungs are full and my hair is flying.

Everyday I make an effort to be graceful and easy with lines and space to make my energy visible.