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 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 …

The Dark Months Nine

In this ninth missive from #TheDarkMonths series, the word turns upside down.

The Dark Months Eight

Remembrance of things past, grows an appreciation of things present and future in the eighth in the series, ‘The Dark Months’

The Dark Months Seven

The seventh in the series of ‘The Dark Months’ is an exercise in observation written on one of those foggy, cold mornings where everything is still.

The Dark Months Six

In the sixth of the series, ‘The Dark Months’, sun cuts through the fragile frost. But who, or what, summoned it? What does it mean?

The Dark Months Three

Autumn leaves, above and below, cast a spell which brings to a mind a golden carpet, a cocoon against the gloom.

The Dark Months Two

Restless. Irritable. Confined. Feeling the need to break free. This, the second essay of the series ‘The Dark Months’ series, invites magic.