I am home alone for several days for the first time in what feels like ages. After some intensive CQ days I am slowing down and centering.

Returning to a deep consciousness of breath and body, today I will clean my new floor and go find my first body exploration on it sinking into it. I am reminded to offer time and space to see what the body has to deliver up and I am so grateful for the floor.

With regards the wreath _ in my mind it is woven of our different aliveness interwoven, each with unique expression delivering a wholeness and beauty into the world. The weaving has obvious beauty expressions and places of crossing creating support, shadows and pockets all part of the creation and celebration

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