Over the past couple of months I have been renovating the portacabin I live in, situated amongst the birds, bees and trees, in our magical garden here in Glastonbury. Those of you have that attended any workshops here, will know it well.

It's taken me on quite a journey to which is almost complete. So many twists and turns and dead ends, much to be contemplated and wondered. I am so grateful for the lessons that have come along, as I have weaved my merry and not so merry way along. One big one that I felt to share with you was my confrontation and understanding of perfectionism. The thing is, I like preciseness, exact amounts, things to be exactly right. What I was finding was quite often, when I was measuring something or cutting a piece of board or something like that, I was finding I was getting tight in my body. "Why is this?" I asked many times, until it became clear enough for me to see. My striving for exactness was strangling the very essence of my soul, the essence yearning to express through all that I am and do. My desire for 3rd dimensional precision was leaving little space for my soul to come through. As I observed and surrendered I managed to let go enough as to allow my soul to lead the way. My mind often laughed at how things would turn out, but the feelings of right action grew ever stronger, I even started making cuts by not even measuring and you know what, they were just right and even if they weren't seemingly perfect, it didn't matter, as a part of me was being born into what I was doing. I was sharing my soul and it was shining back to me, a truly beautiful unfolding.

Well, writing that has been fun, a journey in itself!. That was about the fifth revision, I think and I have been writing for well over two hours, but man, well worth it.
If any of you would like to share whats going on for you at the moment I would love to hear, I will see if I can post some pictures of my cabin and share the journey with you.

night, night
David