Returning home laden with blood oranges and thinking about honing the storylines of my novel.

Sitting on the shed stoop and enjoying my wild garden before I knuckle down to desk work.

An evening stroll to clear my mind and fetch Risotto Arabiata.

Walking into town for Qi Gong and wondering how to get myself back on track.

A short walk between showers to collect some inspiration and pleasure.

Embracing all things that allow creativity to flourish.

Honing in on writing and wondering what else I can leave undone.

Reflecting on a day of singing, story-telling and walking through the snow amongst the ancient pandani of Gondwana.

Sometimes it is the unplanned events in our days that give us most pleasure.

A bit knackered by the festival and glad to be home with a pot of tea.