This week I’m sharing a little bit about The Way Home - a complete journey into the world of my journals, with everything you would receive in one gorgeous chapter.

Recently my water was shut off due to an incident in the area. However, I was not informed. So, after that I can now share many gratitudes. First is my first sip of cold clean water. Second, is my first sip of my hot coffee. Third was having a nice warm shower. Fourth was always having 20 litres of fresh water on stand by. Fifth was having water to flush the toilet. The list is endless just having no water and not being forwarned. ❤️

This week’s Gathered Gold is from a poem I wrote after an early morning in Chiang Mai. I was waiting to get picked up by bus to travel to Chiang Rai for the day. as I waited in the quiet morning hours as the sky changed shades, I found myself in the moment. Noticing each second as though it were being played out just for me. the feeling of witnessing those moments stayed with me, and so I wrote about it. The distant chants rising through the air, the city lights slowly turning off one by one and feeling the night chill around my arms before the day warmed up. I think that is what I love about writing. It teaches us to notice the moments that might otherwise disappear behind the practical things. A walk. A morning sky. A page. A breath. Sometimes the ordinary moment is only ordinary because we have not looked at it long enough yet. Silver to Gold the pale non-committal sky vacant above sleepy Chiang Mai, distant chants rise in smouldering scents night lights blink cursing the dawn lingering chills stir soft mountain air a cloudless sky breaks - silver to gold, growing shadows long searching for warmth barbets fly hollow jetstreams a day holding breath morning sky, moonlit silk wanes to blue as the sun crowns the day

This week’s Open Page is now live inside the classroom for Kindling members. The theme is gratitude in ordinary moments, and this week’s 7 prompts are all about noticing the everyday things that quietly support us - the table, the breath, the blanket, the walk, the weather, the page. It is there whenever you’re ready to write your way into the week.

What is something you walked past today that you normally would not notice? A colour, a sound, a window, a flower, a stranger’s laugh, the sky doing something beautiful. I noticed today how often I whirl my way through the morning without stopping to really see the ordinary moments around me. So I invite you to take a moment with me and share something that you were grateful for today.