On the way home I spend four days in San Francisco, again to transition from one stage of my trip to another. On one un-rushed morning I find myself standing in front of Grace Cathedral and enter in. I am drawn to a labyrinth set in the floor, initially moving around its edge and photographing it from various angles. But I feel myself being drawn even closer into the experience and I enter at the opening and begin to walk …

Another image and word come to mind … a small crack in the wall and curiosity. I am reminded of a recent trip to the adobe home of Georgia O’Keefe in New Mexico USA where I find myself enclosed in a darkened recess of the building that joins a central courtyard to the outside …

I have spent the past five days on a mountain in New Mexico, being introduced to a dialogical way of being, in its simple complexity and its complex simplicity. As a group of 17 therapists, we are coming to the end of our last meditative trek before returning to our own workplaces, our own countries. We proceed in silence, following one another in single file. As we reach the valley we come to a silent grove of aspen trees and we pause as one …