Last weekend I wrote these words:
“Some mornings I wake up and despite not being quite fully rested and knowing I have a complicated day ahead, I still manage to feel …..not just happy, not just optimistic, not just content, but full of grace.”
This weekend I am adrift on the ocean having just been released by a 4 year old pirate patrolling the seas of my creativity and successfully absconding with every last notion of grace and poetic thought left in my pockets!!
But – avast ye mateys – do not despair for me! It’s the weekend – and I am safe from pirates on the high seas for a little while. I’ll retreat to the holds of my own ship and restock my pockets.