I haven’t posted for a while, been happily distracted (or so I thought) with creating in the garden, structures and plantings; in the greenhouse, all those tiny necessary birthings. But I came to a full stop the other day when a soft, grey blanket of despair enveloped me. So familiar. I stopped still and listened. A small insistent voice within saying ‘Too much Doing, not enough Being’. Looking through my paintings I found this which seemed to both summon me and stop me dead in my tracks. Where to now? Flurries of fear, what if I can’t begin again? What if I’ve lost my motivation? I have to walk through this gateway, I have to trust.

The Gateway