Topsy turvey

This is a picture that just came from my pen, but it seems to be a pretty good representation of what I am feeling. I think Pierre wants to do something on his own – to have his own piece of land and maybe even leave Buddha Garden. But he doesn't recognise it and instead he sees me as trying to stop him from doing what he wants to do.

I feel everything is in flux, but I notice that in the picture, even when upside down my shoulders and arms are firmly on the ground. So hopefully there will be a way through all this without destroying the place.