Author: Gillie

As I tore back the bindweed that morning, I was contemplating being a new grandma…I was trying to locate my usefulness, re-establish my relevance.

River swimming means learning the river’s language, means knowing where the counter-currents are strongest, where in the spring you can be swept back to the General Store despite swimming hard as you can in the opposite direction.

In the season of dark dreams I search for angels.

The research study is to develop heat stress guidelines for manual workers. It isn’t as simple as it sounds, of course.

For a time I rest in the grace of the world

Cynefin wedi’u — an expression of one’s situation, one’s personal history that influences one’s thoughts and decisions in ways that are not easy to understand

With signs of spring emerging everywhere, we wish all our readers joy and peace this Eastertide.

Whether wandering with our feet or in our minds, freedom happens where we make it.

The story continues because the story never ends … as long as there are listeners…Dragons are strong. They are Fighters. They are Lovers. They believe in community because without community and people to believe in them … they would lose their reason to live … to exist. They exist because we believe.

I can’t deny the heart-longing for the Welsh hills, for the grey slate roofs of the cottages, even the damp seeping into the bones.

I’m really relaxing into the late evening now, glass of wine in hand. The last of the sun filters through the trees in a distant park; it is sublimely peaceful. The waiter reappears. Le dessert peut-être?

‘Tis the season of sunflowers in Wakefield