Painting a Sunflower 🌻

Dear Reader, 

How are you? Where are you? 

Where is your soul today? 

Are you reminiscing the cool Winter Christmas markets, switching on the festive lights, drinking mulled wine, hunting for the perfect ham to roast? 🎄 

Or are you like me, fending off the sudden change in temperature, the blanket of warmth on my skin, finding ways to adapt to festivities in a warm country, once again 🌞 

It's been a long time since my last letter 💌 

And for good reason. Some of you will read this with a subtle smile, others will find out in some moons. 

All is well. 

The birds are singing, the wind is blowing, the plants are growing. 

My heart stretches to those in Asia who are suffering from some of the worst floods in years. I look at these familiar places and long for the soft embrace of the magical ambiance, only to be found in that part of the world. 

Reminded, that whilst you are a beaming sunflower embracing the colours of warmth, there are others with equal strength, fighting against the tormenting winds of discourse. 

There goes that cycle. 

Hoping that those who are in their darker moments feel the petals of a golden flower soon🌻 

Finding light 🕯️

Just like the Diwali celebrations, which seems so far away in the past now. 

After a special dance and a great feast. 

Whilst buds quietly grow inside🪴 

Appreciating the opportunities... Where something is lost, there is always more to be found. 

Sometimes, you have to get creative 🎨 

Remember you can always start a new blank canvas, at any moment you choose 🖌️ 

Paint the stem a different colour this time... 

Next week, I will receive my first visitors to my Melting Pot. 

I'm filled with gratitude, to know that I exist in the life at this time, with these people and these opportunities. 

Take a second, dear Reader, to be grateful. 

Just as we realise how wonderful the painting is, the clouds roll on and it changes into something else. 

Each moment, unique. 

Each breath, your reminder, that you live.