Yesterday was some kind of marker; a day where things seem to shake out – my own inner turmoil calming, questions appearing irresolvable seem okay, and my mind feels open, clear and receptive to the here and now. Maybe it was driving out in the countryside; maybe it was talking to Diana, maybe it was laughing about the “goblin” who rudely chewed us out for knocking to see the Hall House; maybe it was the dramatic sun lighting up the Lavenham Church as we approached through the Henry Moore like topiary, winding our way between sculpted balls as children might; maybe it was the quick fat pencil sketches of organic buildings tilting into one another as if an earthquake had upended them. This collection of maybes leaves me with a smile, a sense of peace and deep appreciation.
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