The Pug

Lockdown walks are all about trying to create an element of surprise, or novelty; a reason to stop and take in something fresh and stimulate the senses. This one certainly did!

The Dark Months Eighteen

As heaving dark grey clouds yawn open, light hits yellow lichen on a wooden rail, causing colour to ripple in intense succession before giving way to hope and renewal.

Home

The time is right to unravel the meaning of ‘home’ for our changing times. Why, and how?

The Dark Months Seventeen

As we reach the shortest day of the year with the Winter Solstice, it seems all hope is extinguished. But is it really?

The Dark Months Fifteen

Ritual, habit, practical and deliberate actions, create a soothing sense that things can be different.

Death Unacknowledged

For those left behind, death is not always final.

The Dark Months Thirteen

The Dark Months; a series of moods in words, expressing fleeting feelings and thoughts …

The Dark Months Twelve

Despite discouragement, we can sometimes see things for the better, and in that, we are the magic. This is the twelfth in the series ‘The Dark Months’.

The Dark Months Eleven

There’s a magic to the sunlight in the dark months. #TheDarkMonths #Sunlight #Moods #Meditation #Hope

The Dark Months Ten

Bridges, like gateways, are things we must pass. Are they a metaphor for something else? No. 10 in ‘The Dark Months’ finds out …