One perfect day:

Waking early, refreshed, easily

A tiny kitten for company

Yoga outdoors for an hour

Walking to the beach and back over a big hill - hard work but easy too

Making art from scraps

Visiting the Art Gallery - blown away by Hotere

Gelato - raspberry&rosewater

Meeting up with a series of beloved friends

Receiving a delightful gift

Contemplating an emotional challenge, moving toward resolution

Drinking a single glass of superb wine

Resting in peace in beautiful surroundings

Large and leftovers

Here's a ladybird block. I've made a lot more. So many that there were enough for a small tablecloth quilt. 

Silence

Isn't it strange how the sound of rain doesn't interrupt silence?

Sixty millimeters of rain fell one night recently - in torrents on a seemingly oceanic scale. The house shuddered like a kayak under a cataract. It was a cathartic immense passion of water emptying heaven of its pent-up tears.

And yet. This huge elemental thundering had no effect on my own silence, tranquility, isolation. I slept in peace, woke in calm awe, slept again unconcerned.

Silence is more than the absence of sound. There is often sound in my silence. I've learned how to create silence amid the clamour, and a joyous calm from cold silence

Silk purse from a pig's ear

How to honour the dishonourable? How to discover the wisdom in foolishness, the maturity in childishness?

How to redeem my own strange choices, transforming them into a rich vein of creativity and insight?

How to create peace within my turmoil?

As always, with love and compassion. I'm only human. To recognise and allow for the truth that I'm weak, foolish, self-indulgent. I don't need to be perfect, just to remember to do the best I can.