Last night, I filled the last page of my sketch book which I started a year ago. Every page is a placeholder for a moment in time- both in terms of what came through me, the space and place I occupied at the time and what was happening for me at that point in my life. As per usual, I did not have a plan for this page- I simply felt like making a small watercolour. Perhaps it is a reflection of what is going on right now in the world, the colours and pattern moved me to look for something by Rumi and here's what I found: What is the body?
Endurance.
What is love?
Gratitude.
What is hidden in our chests?
Laughter.
What else?
Compassion.
