When I wake, I luxuriate in the early morning hours, drinking steaming hot coffee while sat on my neat brown sofa and looking out to the garden. It’s a mess at the moment but that doesn’t stop the birds swooping down for the feed I leave and in return, singing songs of joy. I read a novel in bursts, while my children make their way down to eat cereal. They tell me about their dreams, mould clay, paint scenes and scoot around the kitchen. I like it when we’re gathered but also love when it’s just me. Sitting, sipping, reflecting, reading, observing and dreaming – feeling peaceful.
