Grounding myself in the village bakery very early in the morning.
That strange space of alternative realities.
Regaining my calm at Melbourne Airport.
Gin before bell-ringing and feeling strange about taking a divergent path.
(you may want to skip the first couple of minutes of market chatter when I didn’t realise I was recording!)
Quoi? Focussing, counting my bananas, and putting behind me the March Hare panic of last week.
Feeling more anchored as more things fall into place.
A bird tweets from a rooftop and I am immersed in the work of others and looking forward to my in-the-fleshers (and chocolate pudding) tonight.
Wild, wintery weather and keeping calm.
A whirlwind of community, music, street food and sweet peas.
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