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Hi Judi McCormick; Forget the shop, the drain, the landlord, your insane medical commute, your bathtub washing machine (brings back memories) — take a moment from the chaos of any one of your days, go buy a notebook, grab a green tea / coffee / juice, whatever your potion might be and go find a tree — a pretty tree with a view, sit under it and breathe. Listen to that rumbling and start with whatever comes to mind. A blank page under a tree, even call it your ‘Judi’ corner if you wish to ; that is your ‘no place to put it’. Create one moment of calm for yourself. Step out of all this rushing — it’ll still be there, but there is a space for what’s stirring, you simply have care enough to create it.

I for one will be be waiting to read …

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