“As the creator of the next 365 days, may you fill your canvas with a painting of goodness and whatever fills your heart’s deepest wishes.”

Today I found a poem that gave me a different perspective on this season of my life, and I find myself giving way to the new season of advent…

I am thinking again about climbing mountains. I have been learning over the last two months that it can also be fearful looking down to where you began when something unexpected has happened…

And so, a month later, I am thinking about climbing mountains. It is a wonderful feeling to look down to where you began; it can be fearful looking up towards where you dream of going…

This was the photo I shared with all of my Playcentres as we settled into the first lockdown and grew used to connecting online…

Every story has a beginning. A point before which you had forgotten that you ever had a dream, and you were happy. A point after which you find you are following a whole new path, hopes and dreams shine bright and things will never be the same again…