If I had to describe Wakefield as a colour, it would be the colour red.
small day to day experiences can hold just as much richness as visits to exotic lands, or just as much of a thrill as leaping off tall buildings.
I’ve been asking my plants the same questions I ask my team “How are you doing?” “What do you need?”
It was there; the hushed quiet, the smell and the dappled green of the cathedral-like trees, my first sense of paradise.
By the time we were making our way home, none of us could remember why a naked photo shoot was a good idea.
These are noble and sacred individuals, whose dignity invites us to look at who we are as beings.
The gates on the covered bridge close
He was just Heron, reminding me to keep my feet on the ground.
Who hasn’t heard that cry, like something primeval calling out to lost souls
Streams are connections that enable us to thrive.