Waking up on a misty Autumn Sunday, calm and silence out there, after the night of fires (Bonfire Night, fireworks, crowds of people, each engaging with their own yearly rituals). This feels a gift of a morning. I am…
…All this musing, speculating, workshop-ing and dreaming, and I have never quite stopped to write about what I mean by ‘flow’! Interesting, isn’t it? ‘Flow’ – in the way I use and intend this idea – is a quality…