Snow on Kunanyi, balancing tea toast and marmalade in bed and wondering about a chilly ride to the other Writing Cave tonight.

Preparing my windblown self for a good night’s sleep.

Heat and wind and rain, bells and books and thinking about next week.

Qi Gong on the ledge under a heavy sky and looking forward to steamed chocolate pudding with the in-the-flesh novel writers’group.

The survival of small things, going down rabbit holes and speaking from a numb mouth.

Fresh washing, a good walk and anticipating the Cave – an altogether much better day.

A rather subdued Monday but I i tend to allow a sunflower to guide me through my work tomorrow.

Feeling a bit bushed after 30km ride to MONA on this hot day.

Being torn between longing for adventure and loving the familiar.

Trying to embrace change and giving myself time for a meetng of worlds.