You must have a place. Find yourself a room, or a certain hour or so a day, where  you don’t know what was in the news, who your friends are, what you owe, what worries you. This is the place of creative incubation, in your work, in your life. The place where ideas are born and live inside of you.

Today, a rest day for Maria, we walked out into the woods. We waded over the Gulley Bridge, awash and underwater, we sat down on the wooden bench together, held hands and listen to our waterfall. Can you believe life, we now have our own waterfall to sit by, small and beautiful but loud and proud.

We sat in our place, and reveled in being together. Come along.