In the season of dark dreams
In the season of dark dreams I search for angels.
In, around and beyond our village
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
Everywhere I walked there were day lilies. Huge clumps of them. Each flower so perfect, blooming just for that one day
What does one wear to a wedding that one won’t be attending?