Family. Luncheon parties. OD-ing on fun. The beach. Paperback holidays. Books. Writing, lots of writing. The Band of Heathens. Breathing in, breathing out. Veerabhadrasana. Music and love and longing and resignation and work and walks and friends and connections. This garden, that home.
There is much I must write about, for;
Ecrire, c'est ranger le vrac de la vie (even I can't pronounce this line)
Writing is sorting out the mess of life.