It’s more important to me that the work is FELT.
The end of an era.
A poem just for you
Serendipity, giggling with happiness at seeing me stumble over her needlework, danced on.
'Barely a zygote, more a coming together of stardust and attention'.
Inspired by a week of just being (and not reading)...
'I think our inner artist faces the fire through motherhood.'
A portrait of the artist in recovery.
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The Letter (isn't on Substack any more - see About for info)