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Doodle of a special place



Here is a drawing I made of my little organizing home - it's a very special building where lots of organizations meet to plan. It feels like the office lives and breathes. It's been around for a really long time. The couple who owns it bought it for this purpose - they are old hippies themselves. They rent it to all the groups for really cheap. Anyway I went to a training this weekend there so I doodled the space while I took some notes. It was a nice meditation on how places can viscerally make you feel hugged.


 

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