Dear listeners, readers and loyal email subscribers,
Between running household errands, giving myself the grace of having a break this afternoon to have some chickpea curry and masala chai at my favourite spot in Bristol…
to then spend a delicious afternoon in the studio painting and filming before indulging myself again to make Vietnamese spring rolls and ramen with my boyfriend Brett, whilst watching the infamous EDM festival, Tomorrowland, on Youtube…
I foolishly overestimated my capabilities that I would be making sense to write something at 1am in the morning.
Today I gave myself the grace of rest and it entered me wholeheartedly than I have felt all week. I am grateful.
But what has given is the perfection I normally take to compile my weekly newsletters.
Forgive me. This week, the writing doesn’t match the audio. The image doesn’t match the strength and loneliness I feel in my heart in experiencing my mum, the cats and the pigeon move out of my house.
Thinking I would record a short poem for you tonight, I came across a chapter from a book I wrote about three years ago. It was what I needed to hear.
And I guess I was crazy enough to record it at the early hours of the morning. This one is special.
Maybe it will materialise in the world one day.
Stay tuned for Part 2 next week.
Love,
Win
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