Hello Dear One, I began this letter trapped on my sofa. My dog Hope occupied on my lap as soon as I sat down and, in moments like that, when she’s all curled up and pressed in, it’s difficult to move. Mostly because I’m content. Hope arrived after I’d burnt out. A month prior, signed off work, I’d stripped my life right back, praising myself for getting out of the house. From her first morning, we established a routine: I’d sit cross-legged in front of the radiator and she’d curl up on my thigh; I’d stroke her and watch the trees outside my window. The stillness felt spacious. Despite my depression and fear, I was overwhelmed by a sense of peace.
I hope the move goes well 😘
Signed up to the workshop Jo <3 Can't wait <3