June 09, 2020


It’s a strange unsettling time, so much happening in the world , so much change.
I’m trying to keep afloat on a sea of uncertainty and fear.
While I ponder and listen, some things help me through.

The colours of a shawl in the garden.

My lovely Nano and the amount of yarn it holds.
Freshly baked bread , even if it is cut on a slant.
My flour parcel from Dove.

My latest Goddess figures waiting to go out into the world

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