I went to the tiny Abbey of St Francis on Owl Island, to break the cycle. I stood under the fruit trees, picked ripened fruit and savored it as the juice dribbled down my arm. I soaked in the crisp air, slept peacefully in the tiny cloister and knew, that for this moment in time, the circuit had been broken.
Heather Blakey – April 3 2008
White Owl Island 
Beautiful post! A great energy of freedom. The sketch is simply lifelike and brilliant.
These look scrumptious.
Beautiful, Heather.
Vi
what a lovely way to break the cycle!