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June’s arrival feels like a new beginning. Scone Palace Garden Fair, was the perfect way to end May, and with it, with a day in lieu to rest, feet up, the 1st of June arrived. Fresh as a daisy, and invigorated by the loveliest couple of days at Scone, where I left feeling like my cup was refilled, and emboldened by sales of not just one, but five original framed paintings.People choosing to own artworks, or writing, I have created, has always felt like magic. I get goosebumps and although I have always endeavoured to be gracious, and cool… alas, the latter way of being is not in my repertoire! Thus, I am prone to getting tears of joy, goosebumps and actual shaky hands, due to adrenaline produced, and JOY encountered!With my works heading off to Switzerland, England, and dotted around Scotland, I love the idea of them hanging on walls in all of these places, providing joy to the new owners. Not being precious over my creations has been a skill I have had to muster, as being an artist lends itself to creating work you, yourself, will always love, and often, wish you could keep.Scone is a special place to me. I feel at home there, and it’s like a tonic to me. Scone also encouraged in me days of making sure to spend time outside, for when home, I missed the feel of fresh air upon my face and skin. Like camping, a life of being outside, felt needed. I have chosen to continue this with a month of making sure to do a 5km a day of either a run, a walk, or a combination of the two. For a charity close to my heart Young Lives vs Cancer. For a little boy who, as a family, we loved very much and will continue to care for the rest of our days.Choosing to keep moving forward is something I make a conscious choice to do. Having a charity to raise money for, makes the experience even richer. With memories tied into my thought patterns as I traipse across all those miles, I will continue to imagine new artworks, to frame, and hopefully send to pastures new, to be treasured in return… and so, the cycle continues.I vow to also move onwards and sort my father’s home and possessions. A gargantuan task, but one I must take on, as the clarity gained when this particular requirement of me is fulfilled, will be immeasurable. Grief is so multilayered, and I admit that I have not felt ready. How strong I feel from day to day is not a given, and although my brain knows it must be done, my heart has not felt ready. It is something I just need to do.Space will be gained in doing so. Space to breathe and to plan for our future.A future in which I hope Scotland do well in the World Cup… A future where I endeavour to keep honing my running capabilities and my strength, on multiple levels. Also, a future where I hope this summer we have the loveliest time as a family of four. Our travels will not take us far afield this year, but in time together, we look forward to creating new memories wherever they may be found.Ever onwards. We continue.
