I look out at this garden and feel serene. Perhaps I tell myself, if it wasn’t so big I could stress so much about this large garden. Perhaps I could let it be wilder still?

What about my life? What wants to grown wilder?

What wants garden walls around it to protect and keep secret?

These questions are bubbling inside me as the children holiday with their mother, as I contemplate the end of one year and this liminal cusp that gathers around each beginning and ending.

I am wanting to make the most of the threshold between places - as the maw opens and invites a silent curiosity as well as some brain power spent in exactly the right place.

Where is the right place to work?

To find oneself like a child, fully engrossed in their work?

It may be a matter of posture - of taking good time with any endeavour be it starting a new business, writing a book, beginning a marriage or packing the car for the school holidays - sweet, slow time - no rushing.

That is what my heart tells me when I get overwhealmed about this garden - just like Kath Irvine would say: Just do a little bit every day - thats the ticket - That creates a sense of progress but not all made at once which is just sound and fury as I am want to do.