Loupi joins me for breakfast, picnicking in the sun and the excitement of the epicerie van. (Around the 30minute mark there is a fair bit of French chatter)
The house to myself on this beautiful cold, blustery day.
A night walk to the source after a stay-at-home day. (If you use a magnifying glass you may be able to see Venus)
Catching the last of the light while picking marjoram for the moussaka I am cooking tonight.
Finding my place in the new constellation.
Being visited by Loupi while sitting in the sun with my notebook and picnic.Doug Neill‘s routine .
Inspired but also a little overwhelmed by an influx of writer-talk, and taking a walk to let it settle.
Allowing myself to play with my story.
Not making much progress with my writing but crossing bridges on a walk to Roquefere.
Appreciating the dog-eared, disordered and shambolic aspects of being.
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