The kitchen light.

The kitchen light. Drawing Luke Hockley.

The kitchen light. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

I sit and dream of myself each morning.

Eggshells drying on the window sill.

Tea cups waiting for magic.

Piles of books.

Piles of cushions.

The light changing the room as it falls through the kitchen window.

Each day getting to know myself a little better.

Sewing another piece into the patchwork quilt.

Another question stitches into another question and into another question and into another and another and another…

And then a dive into another day.

Luke

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Hello!
I’m performing a reading of selected Dear Self letters in the Melbourne Fringe Festival.
Dear Self – Friendship.
 September 16th/23rd/30th (click the link, click the link...)