Once again I moved everything out, then sat, waiting for inspiration to unfold. I began by starting in one corner and working my way out. Having moved the dinning room table to the opposite end of the room I felt that there was more movement, more Light.
Furniture and plants have been chasing them everywhere they go to hide, searching for a piece of furniture that stays still for longer than a few minutes.
There seemed to have been a atmosphere of stagnation about the place, perhaps it was the residue of my own discarded energy that lingered twirling around.
Whatever it was it has now gone, and I don't seem to be the only one happy with the new arrangement either........