Today I’m feeling a bit burnt out. One of those days where everything feels louder and heavier than usual. Working on this week’s theme — Noticing has gently reminded me that creativity doesn’t always mean doing more. Sometimes it means doing less and paying closer attention instead. Noticing the light through the window. Noticing my breath slow down. Noticing when my body is asking me to pause. These moments don’t look productive, but they matter just as much. They hold us when we’re tired. They help us come back to ourselves. I have added week three to the classroom ( including kids version) enjoy and spread the wealth 🥰 If today feels like a noticing day for you too, that’s more than enough 🌱

Welcome @Haley Dowd take a look round and take what you want from the classrooms 🫶🏻! Haley is one of my oldest friends and is a such a creative person ❤️ I am so glad your here 🥰

I am literally buzzing that @Nat Nat K has joined our amazing community 🥳🥳🥳 Nat is very talented and has a wicked sense of humour 👌 thank you for joining us ! 🥰

Welcome @Brenda Wills its great to have you here 🥰

The last few days we’ve spoken a lot about childhood, and I’ve been genuinely blown away by how openly this community has shared their memories, ideas and experiences. There’s something incredibly powerful about witnessing people gently trace back to where they began 🌱 My own childhood is a deeply personal place for me to talk about. Over the last few years, I’ve done a lot of quiet work there. Not loud work. Not performative work. Just slow, honest tending. One thing that helped me more than I expected was something very simple. I placed a photograph of myself as a child on my desk. Tucked beside it was a small handwritten note. You can read it for yourself in the image. It’s not complicated, but it is full. By doing this, I wasn’t asking the past to change. I wasn’t looking for answers from the adults who surrounded me back then. Instead, I was offering something different. I was allowing myself to be held by the adult I am today 🤍 The one who has more choice. More softness. More understanding. The one who can say, I’ve got you now. That small act created a sense of freedom I hadn’t realised I was missing. It softened the way I moved through my days. It loosened something in my chest. It reminded me that creation doesn’t have to come from tension or proving or pushing. Since then, the way I create has changed massively. My work feels more spacious. More playful. More honest. It feels less like reaching and more like remembering ✨ I’m sharing this not because everyone should do the same, but because sometimes the most profound shifts come from the smallest, kindest gestures towards ourselves. Thank you for holding space so beautifully this week. You’ve reminded me why this community matters so much 🫶