Anyhow. Today I am thinking of Yobaba. I am wandering its corridors in my mind, trailing my fingers over the wooden bannisters, stretching out on that fabulous bed and snuggling into the zebra-alike throw. I am curling up in a hammock, with a cat purring under my fingers. I am giving myself up to the floorboards in savasana surrender in the yoga shala up under the eaves, in the Kether of the chateau. I am floating, a pale starfish, primordial, on the lake.
If I were there now I might even be walking the labyrinth Gertud has sliced into the lawn...
this link for her recipe.
read it here.
Oh, and if you fancy finding out more about my thoughts on the issue of 'home', you could always read my book Spirit of the Home. Click on the cover for more.