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.
Tag Archives: The Dark Months
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 Sixteen
When the mornings are dark, and the evenings too, and in between is but a blurry dark blue, escape becomes all important.
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 Fourteen
Imagine the world from a different vantage, and you’ll see its falsehoods and lies clearly. Or will you?
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 …
