Quality of life has been a big conversation these past months.

One low was being without my sense of humour and natural creative spark. This, for me, was emptiness.

Coming back has not been immediate or remarkable, it has emerged slowly as my body recovered and I have been grateful for a little tenderness . . .

My creative work is one of my finest jewels, like the delight of figuring out how to make a tiny horse that holds humour, sensitivity and finds himself chatting with a seagull . . .

I don’t have the right words for this time I have lived and observed, but it has been a lot and I know it is not finished.

All the love that has flowed into my life these past months from so many has held and lifted me and, as I awake from what now feels like a dream, I find my life has been here waiting for me.

I believe I have learned what I cherish, what I consider the precious qualities of being alive and I have jumped back into life unaware of the distance I have travelled inside this remarkable body.

I have been working on a project of great personal significance that has inspired and fuelled my days . . .

Such deep excitement to be inside my gentle, tender, creative life again . . . .

xo