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.
I’ve been asking my plants the same questions I ask my team “How are you doing?” “What do you need?”
By Hilary Jocelyn The first wave had been bad enough, as it hit us unexpectedly right out of the blue, turning us thoroughly upside down and sideways. Then, right on … Continue reading The Second Wave
What a country! Transporting bound animals in the trunk of a car; less of a crime than transporting humans!
Most days we were alone, amidst rocks as old as time and trees as magnificent as their predecessors.
It was there; the hushed quiet, the smell and the dappled green of the cathedral-like trees, my first sense of paradise.
by Hilary Jocelyn “Come on rain! Bring it on!” I shout to the clouds, dancing an urgent twist and a shake.
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.
There is much more at play in this world than we can comprehend and we are all somehow connected.
By the time we were making our way home, none of us could remember why a naked photo shoot was a good idea.
At one point or another, everyone can appreciate Mary Oliver’s ..The Journey..
If “she” exists, that other me who didn’t have a child, she went off on her own in a parallel universe to keep exploring the world.