getting close

hi.

it is the afternoon here and i went at lunchtime to listen to daniel keene, a famous australian playwright (why isn't it playwrite?), read a piece he had written in response to a painting on a wall in front of which he stood.

like all good things that make you think of other good and fabulous things, i thought about you and your lady belle (whom i have never met), and realised that you soon will be parents.

then i noticed the walls on which the drawings were mounted must have been painted recently, and in a hurry, and then i thought about the gaps between keene's words, and felt thankful to him and for them, and for all the space left for the rest of us to create something therein and of and under.

and the creation part led me of course back to you and your lady belle.

this is just love and happy friday and all things cyclical and recurring, where ever this finds you, hopefully with your gloves and scarves unlike the ones i left on my kitchen table this morning.

embrolly xx