that is, I think almost magical-in a wonderful tailor made
kind of way. There is something fluid about it, how
you can never quite predict how things will turn out....... and
yet sometimes, the quest develops a life of its own
and becomes so very beautiful.
Like a couple of Sundays ago, when I found myself in fine
company, sitting painting on a tartan rug, whilst being showered
in a carpet of purple petals....and listening to poetry read aloud.
Perfect! And just what I needed.....although I didn't realise it
until that very moment.
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