Mud
By Hilary Jocelyn – I tried desperately to struggle loose, but each attempt led me deeper and deeper into the murky glue, until I was imprisoned up to my waist.
In, around and beyond our village
By Hilary Jocelyn – I tried desperately to struggle loose, but each attempt led me deeper and deeper into the murky glue, until I was imprisoned up to my waist.
by Ilse Turnsen
“Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic”
Imagine the green earth restored!
I got out of the water in a flash, to capture what I couldn’t possibly imagine appearing in front of me. Such dramatic beauty.
By Marilyn French St. George
Here water, like belonging is ephemeral.
By Amelia Redl
I am stuck at home with my parents and my younger brother and we might as well enjoy this time together.
By Kimberly-Anne Ford
When my grandfather, who had hobbled my grandmother throughout their marriage, passed away, my Grandma became nomadic.
Sharing our collective experience can help and it can also add a little levity.
Hello, sun in my face ” she writes
Post by Al Skaw – I miss my previous life. That is, my previous life only three weeks ago…..
Dad was a great raconteur and story-teller and to honour his memory, it seems appropriate that I share this story which honours his legacy.
Every year, about seven of us dress up as made-up people and pretend we work together in an office.
A late October walk in the rain and the leaves, but for a few hangers on, make for a glistening, vibrant carpet on the paths through the fields and woods … Continue reading A Walk in the Rain…and why no fences make good neighbours