weathered saint, from Rouen cathedral, photographed last spring
I live on an island, blessed with splendid isolation from urban life. When I drive to town I see wide expanses of water and sky. When I walk the dead end road we live on, I meet with deer as often as humans. I do thank the instant communication that the internet provides me. However, while what I write here is always true and relates to something real that has happened to me recently, so much is left out. another weathered saint, Rouen
Today I will spend the day stitching, it is my community circle day, yesterday I taught piano from 8 am to 6 pm , the day before I struggled with balancing skill development with encouraging personal imagery in the painting class I'm teaching. I'm so busy and involved with real people on very personal levels and I like it, but my inner place is losing focus. The nativity set is still up, the amarylis and the poinsetta just caved, and baskets of clean laundry stack up in the bedroom.
Just thought I'd write that down.