Yay for skirts, coconut oiled skin and flip flop tans! Travel is gently nibbling at my heels again, but only for a quickie. I want to be in a boat. And if I can’t be in a boat, a treehouse. I know however, that surely I will soon be sleeping in a boat. Aside from those important issues, I feel a huge sense of relief. An unburdening. Life is beautiful in its fleeting love affair with us. I’m honoured it chose to love on me so passionately. I’m blessed it squeezed us up against each other so unexpectedly… the Christmas present I’m still unwrapping…

… and so, the peace, happiness and contentedness that alluded me for so many years is gently flitting on my shoulder like a butterfly. I only have to stop what I’m doing, stop wanting, and feel the present moment to enjoy everything that I already have in love. And so I spend my days flitting between contentedness and my usual restless dreaming.