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May has been filled with many magical moments. Beginning the month with a trip to Toppings in St Andrew’s for a book talk with Angela Harding. A printmaker and writer, Angela’s work and story is hugely inspiring for me. Lovely to get the chance to chat and converse with her. Nights such as this enliven our spirits.A ladybird flew upwards from the book she was holding at the beginning of her talk. I’m not sure anyone else noticed… but I did, and I was transfixed by its flight.Following our own paths can feel full of trepidation. We have to tread with gentle feet, forward steps, each one closer to our hopes. Closer to our dreams.Life dances in the hedgerows, lining these paths, and sometimes creates hurdles or styles, which we have to climb over… meander around.We side step and do that ‘awkward dance’ when we walk directly towards someone. We step to the same side, and each directly face one another. Only when one stops and lets the other step around, does the path continue onwards.The progress can be incremental. Tiny moves, but moving still. Others taking leaps, it feels. But yet, we know our forward steps are like giant strides, in terms of where our life currently lives.I feel the work I make so strongly just now, the imaginings played out, and it is with a tenacious will that I keep heading to my studio, and keep drawing. Keep painting. Keep writing.Pastures await… wide open hillsides, expanses of meadow, broad and blue skies. However tricky the paths may seem, I still choose to walk them, and they enrich my life. The bright sky will always be above me. The fresh air will always fill my lungs. The birds will always sing.So I keep wandering. And I will continue to do so, however slow the pace seems… I make sure of it. My path is my own afterall, no-one else’s and just as meaningful.
