I’ve just spent a short while out, walking in the rain, noticing and allowing paint to form shapes and colours of the landscape on paper. No pressure, just letting it all flow naturally.

Some of the paper has little ‘inclusions’ (seed, dirt, etc.) which I love.

I’ve been reading a lot about Zen recently, and I’m trying to build Zen practice of mindfulness, awareness and compassion into my day-to-day. I’ve noticed incredibly vivid natural colours, like this ‘burnt’ orange Dock flower –

And the twisted shape of things clinging on to life –

Even a tiny feather blowing in the wind but miraculously held onto dry grass seems magical.

I’m so lucky to live where I do, and to have the time and space to be able to follow this path.

JM