I’m far from myself. I can see an outline. A faint figure of who I want to be. But the journey is so far and I’m so very tired. I just want to reach out and touch myself on the shoulder. As I turn around I would smile and say that it’s ok if you cannot write today. It’s ok if you feel too buried to dig towards the sky. I took my camera out in to my garden and marvelled at the trees. How can they stand so tall and so strong when even the wind threatens to bend them at their knees. A butterfly flew too close and I giggled. I felt her wings brush against my cheek. Moments like these remind me that the universe is listening and all I need to do is just breathe.