Into darkness light is found, strength is reborn.

Depth of heart reaching towards the centre. The narrowing effects of the repeat as well as the deepening which winter brings.

Seeds create hope as onion, lettuce and broad bean shed life into my soul.

The African beat ever calling.

At peace now my mind rests with the knowing of nows exciting creations.

There is magic in the air, spells of time being woven to take back what was learnt to be inspired whilst remembering.

Streams of thought and help start to come in. Friends arrive. The room is clear.