Back to the tangle of everyday life, trusting that the openness, connection and kindness I found over the weekend will stay with me even when I have to turn all my attention to pragmatic tasks.

At the end of a longer than expected day, I sat with paper and ink, just to doodle and play  but I think the result is a kind of self-portrait of re-integration of the magical weekend retreat with the regular world as I have come to move through it.

Though I didn’t plan it, it still reads as a face with a different expression, turned upside-down.