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Ah little things, little #slow things. In all the struggle come the things that keep me calm. Plants and gardening are one of those things. There’s always something I can do even when feeling awful, like playing with a few Spring bulbs. All I had to do was plant them in a little soil with some moss and sea glass to adorn it. Happiness with my fingers in soil. 🌱 💡 🌱 A couple of days ago I shared a post from @vickiewilliams_ about the #Celtic wheel. It caught my eye because it connects with exactly how I feel about the year and it’s changes and transitions. We are still centred firmly between Yule and Imbolc, though the weather may be saying Yule is only about to happen and the bulbs outside are tricked into it being in Imbolc already, but that’s another and pressing story. What I’m connecting with is being in the transition between winter and new beginnings so therefore still within the period of rest. Hibernation is calling and I know I’m feeling it (when am I not!?). But staying in when it’s cold out is the right thing to do isn’t it? The daylight is inching its way lighter at every moment and with it activity slowly increases and I may emerge. 🌱💡🌱 Bringing the garden in and sitting with spring earlier isn’t that different to the evergreens we cover our houses in in midwinter. It’s a reminder that no matter how slow something new is coming. I think that I like the bulbs even more than the boughs of holly and fir. They grow each day in front of my eyes. They remind me that I am slow and connected, it just took being a #Spoonie to see it.

Basic #question time because I’m too tired for anything else 😂 What’s your favourite animal? Plus let’s get to know each other so don’t scroll by, leave a comment. 🦓 🦒 🦔 Mine’s a fox 🦊 it has been since I was really little and I still have my cuddly called foxy. I’ve always adored native British #wildlife and the #fox for me wins. Everything from the colour to its nature and that tail! I used to dream of owning one as a pet but now I know how feral and sticky they are. Saying that I would still given half the chance. Go on tell me yours.

Theo (my nephew) took this picture of me. I really like it, who says children can’t take photos?! 💀 💀 💀 We’re in Somerset staying with my sister’s family for the weekend and today we stumbled across a lovely #forestschool on the edge of the village. They had a community cafe open and a #teepee with an open fire. We climbed inside with mugs of peasant broth and homemade buttered sourdough bread. Inside was a fire gently sending smoke through the roof as we listened to a #storyteller entertain the piles of incredibly cheeky children. It was a blast from my past days for sure. It made me desperately miss #storytelling and all the weird and wonderful places we (@sleepyem25 @wideeyedtheatre) used to tell stories. From Thames barges in midwinter to yurts in the summer. The corridors of theatres, stone chapels and summer gardens. I wonder if I’ll ever return to what once was. Maybe it’s not dead and buried after all?

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