I spent yesterday evening at an art class (I know – me :-)) for Welsh learners. I was the only participant. Two tutors and me, so it meant that lots of Welsh was spoken, which since I moved to Conwy has not been as easy as when I was on Pen Llyn.

I enjoyed being creative. I made a little square box house thing. You will find the photos here: https://www.facebook.com/musingsofrevkev/. I called in Lle Cariad (Place of Love). By that I meant iaith Cymraeg (I unashamedly love the Welsh language).

I put a number of words on the box: dawnsio (dance), newid (change), dychmygi (imagine) and tyfu (grow). I have both changed and grown by learning the Welsh language. I sometimes wonder if I am a different person when I live in Welsh rather than English. Being in Wales has enabled me to imagine differently, and I am changed.

This is because I have found a place of love. I also find such a place in Jesus Christ (Iesu Grist) too.