Morning Pages

My own writing (pen and ink and paper) has taken a bit of a hit this week. Mostly because so much else has been tumbling through the mental/emotional landscape. It's one thing to sit quietly, first thing in the morning, and let the stream of consciousness splash out onto the page; but quite another to even try to keep the pen on the page whilst riding the white water rapids I have encountered this week. So, as I have a rare 15 mins alone in the office, I decided to update my Blog. It's Airbourne again and I have caught glimpses of Red Arrows fighters sneaking across the sky on their escape routes from sea-front displays. The traffic has been epic and, unless I walk, there is little chance we will 'see' the displays this year. Cherry has been poorly (anti-biotic and nystatin poorly) so we won't be taking her, and I have to go to Hove this afternoon so will miss the best parts anyway. I have so much writing to do and so little calm space to do it in. I think it's time Rod and I constructed the Yurt for my garden so I can 'go' to the writing space!! Secretly, I know the space is neither Geographical nor empty of excess noise and activity, for I have found it in all manner of busy and distracting places. It is often elusive and I guess you just have to pick a direction and keep walking until it decides to leap out and grab you. I make myself available! But I also quite fancy a Yurt on my garden!!!!! Angels x