Monday, July 08, 2024

Freewriting, at the bus stop and boxes.

1. The ritual of freewriting at the start of a workshop. For me, it's like pushing open the door to a wonderful garden -- never quite know what I'm going to find.

2. From the crossing I can see two people waiting at the bus stop, which means there will be one along in a minute.

3. Aunt Sarah's boxes from Lush just keep on giving -- bubble bars, bath bombs, badges, a string of bright bears.

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Workshop, documentary and end.

1. Word have not been easy recently. When they do come, they seem unsettled and easily startled, like wild birds that have lost trust. Never...

  • Bee, green beans and movie night.
    1. An enormous fat bumble bee at work. She is so bulky that she can knock dead blossoms out of the way as she gets right in to the new jasmi...
  • Midsummer, feeding and cakes.
    1. The shortest night and the longest day. I was up at Wellington Rocks with Anna, Paul and Jason. We couldn't see the sun through the m...
  • As needed, forgotten cake and syrup.
    1. I promised myself I wouldn't moan and grumble about it -- but I do. And as if by magic, a very kind friend produces the required blaz...