Place: the crabtrees
Poison: roast chicken
Favourite things: time to reflect
In the background of the house I am staying, all day a looping track has been built to create space.
It’s airy, light, it’s operatic, it’s luminous, it’s sacred.
A sacred space is being constructed. A sacred space is being built. It’s foundations are keys, it’s rafters are ebbs and flows. The music is being constructed ready for our conference tomorrow.
As I listen it causes me to stop. To step out of the traffic and reflect, to ponder, to read, to create.
A sacred space.
Where is your sacred space?
Is it in the charts of a music score?
Is it in the glare of a untouched canvas?
Is it in the folds of fabric unhemmed?
Your space awaits you.
Creativity is burgeoning.
A friendship between you and an idea is evoked.
A sacred space.
It’s prepared.
It’s encountered.
It’s deliberate.
Find your space today.
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