I remember reading a few of those posts back while we were away and being astounded by their speed and clutter. I remember feeling clear and so very far removed from she of the speedy-cluttery posts. I remember wishing that there was a way to hold on to the slow and the clear and to bring it back home with me.
Today all morning I've been dying to get a chance to sit down at my computer and write one of those rambly, overwhelmed, overweight, listy posts of before. I've wanted to find a way to get it all out. I've needed to find a way to find peace and calm. To be back on the beach in Broome, on the Coral Bay reef, or in a rockpool in Litchfield.
Life is good.
Are you in your head or are your feet on the ground?
Are you a list writer or do you carry it all around with you like me?
What do you make with too much rhubarb?
What do you do when you feel like you are about to explode?
See you later sprouting potata.
Abby we miss you so much already. xx