I've got a thing about circles. I like their perfection, their lack of angular sharpness, their round softness, their completeness.
I like the way circles meet themselves on their way home; coming back to the beginning, as it were.
Life moves in circles, for most of us. We can see the patterns emerging as we dance new moves. We think we're changing tempo, but, invariably, the shapes we make are the same.
After nine moves in and out of Australia, we have come 'home' to a house built in 1937. Looking back over the old blog posts, I know that this period is a time I love to circle back to.
Everything we own looks right here. Our life fits well into these surroundings.
I've just seen my Mum onto the plane back home to Northumberland. There were many circles to our life there, when growing up. Those threads that shaped my early story.
The gift of this house, this current life, is transient. All the more precious for not being ours to keep.
|Lorn Road Summerhouse, London|