We strolled through the local botanical gardens for our anniversary afternoon.
A place we've gone often. A place with memories of good and rocky times, alone and with the boys. K likes the dahlias, for me it's the water features and wispy meadow like spots. An old timer made a cheesy jokey compliment to me. Something my dad would have done. It made me roll my eyes and smile.
"Asra" meaning "nighttime journey".
Speaking of journeys... I'm off for the next bunch of days to attend/assist another workshop with Christine Mauersberger. I'm looking forward to days of making and soaking in inspiration, to sitting still, spending time thinking and wondering, gathering some thoughts and sense of where I am and might want to go. It's a tall order for a few days, but a soul can dream.
