In honour of what has been and who has been, the crossing of paths and their parting, what’s been found and what’s been lost. May it all enrich our Soul May we find our path and those we can…
I cry a thousand tears for loves that would not be drowned in their fear of flying lost in their broken wings I hold a thousand hands for the girl, the boy, dancing alone to lead them to their…
Waking up on a misty Autumn Sunday, calm and silence out there, after the night of fires (Bonfire Night, fireworks, crowds of people, each engaging with their own yearly rituals). This feels a gift of a morning. I am…