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?
I needed that, the sudden shock of something longed for, manifest.
Come with me, on my favourite walk at this time of year, down Mill Road alongside the La Pêche river
Unless you have spent time with sheep, you are likely to see them as virtually identical. Not at all. I’d have you know that sheep are all individuals with their own characters and peculiarities.