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Early morning quiet on our Spanish balcony!
A collared dove came to visit, while I sat. In between sips of coffee and pages of the most beautiful, and enchanting novel by Matt Haig.
The spanning of time. Of change. Of family. Of friendships. They’re all charted, and felt, when away somewhere different.
We see our life, as if afresh; from distance and from a far away clarity.
What is important. What we truly need. What we actually require.
I don’t often get the chance to properly unwind. These last few days I have done just that. Chatting to new people, in a place I’ve never been to before. Different hillsides, and sea. Different birdlife and flora. Beasties on pavements. Lizards scurrying along stones. Swimming. Walking. Sitting in sunshine. Sitting in shade.
It’s like a quietening. I’ve not felt the need to draw or to write. But just to be… which is a PLACE within me, I’ve felt called to so often in recent times. Like I’m enough. Just as I am. Not to be proven… or validated.
Talking to others and spending time with my own family proves it to be so.
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