Journal

What’s Actually Here

Yesterday I walked along the lane in front of my home, forgetting my step counter and instead stopping every few yards. The rosehips were luminous against the grey sky, the hawthorn berries clustered like they were huddling together. There’s fleece caught on brambles, seedheads holding their shape, apples rotting into the grass.

This is what we’re doing in The Studio right now - learning to see what’s here. The real abundance that’s happening whether we notice it or not.

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