Unsticking myself

It is the second of December not the first of January, but I realised this blog had got fat and slow and I felt stuck.  So I have swept it all away and now I can imagine the view from the top of a hill, a wide open horizon is before me.  My lungs are full and my hair is flying.

Everyday I make an effort to be graceful and easy with lines and space to make my energy visible.


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