It's been such a long fortnight between blog posts.
There's been shovelling, framing, an exhibition with some amazing local artists, a minor back injury that never the less felt like I may never enjoy inhabiting my body ever again, some healing, some introspection, some crazy art making, and so much more.
There's been gratitude. And inner giggles. And dogs. Sometimes all at once.
The people that I've needed to help me and heal me and hold me steady in the storm have washed up on my shore just when I needed them, sometimes with a smile, sometimes with a gift, sometimes just with themselves and I have been so very thankful to them all, and to the life-flow for bringing them to me when I needed them most. And I've hoped that same flow will wash me up on their shores when they need, now or on some mysterious future day or night.
There has been family this fortnight. And sleep. And quite a lot of laying flat on my back being forced to rest even if I really want to be doing other things.
There have been practise print runs. Chalkboards. Wildflowers. Rain.
And a deep breath after some hectic times.
But my lungs are full now. . . . I'm ready for the next barrage, the next ebb and flow.
Come on October, you glorious beast, and show me what you've got.