The Women's Travelling Art Journal landed on my door step today.
Actually it was handed to me by a man in a red station wagon at 7:30 am just as I was letting the dog out and wasn't really awake - but that's another story.
To be a link in a circle of creative women from all over the US and Canada is spine tingling and once I had seen the book I understood there were many messages in it that I was meant to see.
Two examples:
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Now it is my turn.
I have seven days.
