The magnificent light of sunset

Several weeks ago, Maggie P. contacted me to ask if I wanted to join the monthly workshop she started running in September. She is a psychotherapist who has devised her own amalgam of techniques that she calls dreamwork, based on the ideas and techniques of Jungian psychology, the aboriginal Senoi tribe of Malaysia and her own personal and professional experiences. I met her professionally about twenty years ago, and eventually I participated in her series of year long training workshops in which she passed on and taught these techniques. On one of her courses I met Helena aka Woodpeckers

Throughout these adventures, I've found enormous value in being involved with her and the other participants, so of course I jumped at the opportunity to join in a group who also wanted to explore our dream worlds.

Today was the first workshop I attended, although it was the second in what may become an ongoing sequence. It is always moving, enlightening and exhausting but I am enthused to get back into this exploration of our inner worlds.

When I returned home, the sun was setting and I couldn't resist this view from the front of our house looking westwards through the gap in the Cotswold escarpment where Stroud lies at the junction of five rivers, which then flow together for about six miles to where they join the River Severn to flow out to sea. The colours are similar to some of the ones I used in my artwork during the workshop this afternoon, so it seems fitting to blip this view.

You may just about notice a couple of large birds flying home. They might be buzzards, but more likely are crows.