I had an interesting walk this morning. I noticed a guy standing by the river with a huge bag of breadcrumbs feeding the local birds. It was quite a spectacle. He was doing it with gusto…Pavarotti style!
Feeling a little ungrounded yesterday with all the wind of late, I decided to go for a run. It was like the wind had churned my subconscious into a multicoloured glob of Play-Doh and I was struggling to find a single colour to begin the sculpting of my day. I sensed that my inner volume… Continue reading Little White Feather