The garden is beautiful wherever you look. Standing quietly I can sense the power of the sun working with the fleshy leaves, gathering them towards fullness. Andrew had a dream in which he was gathering fragments of the sun to give to me. The same night I was feeling very tired, I dreamed my battery was flat. To be given little flakes of the sun, what a gift, something I can work with. I am about to go away now, to Italy again, for a few days holiday, and time to reflect, step back, be in the sun, re-charge where I have become depleted, connect again with what I need to connect with. Taking Ursula Leguin to read, drawing books, pens.