I find the early morning pink light as it shines on the distant snow-capped mountains to be the best in this area. Or, perhaps, it is the evening sun that sends arrows of reds and oranges to dazzle the western sky. The colours here are so vibrant, so robust and intense, I can now see …
This space that my body inhabits Is a dot in the play of things. This space that my spirit lives Is as big as creation itself. I see the clouds move and shift, Bringing colour and change To seamless and endless blueness. I listen to the waves that breath Upon the shore, time and again. …
I lie in bed and watch the autumn sky brighten from the east in the early hours of the morning. First a faint hint of orange, then a more steady brightness. Very soon, the low clouds blush with pink at their tips before the light changes again. The sky changes so swiftly, or perhaps, not …
Once upon a time, not so long ago, a younger me went walking through the forests of the village where I lived before. It was a beautiful spring afternoon, the air full of birdsong and heady perfume of hawthorn bursting in the hedgerows. My dog went scampering in front, her tail high up as she …