I have journals that I fill with things that inspire me - quotes, pictures from magazines, postcards, sketches, thoughts - all go in. This afternoon I felt like looking through them and thought I would put some new finds in. I sat cross legged on the floor with my usual mug of tea and some cake and finally began to feel creative. I could feel it unfurling inside of me as if it finally had some space to breathe. Everything was bathed in the shifting light that came spilling in through the windows. The moment felt important.