Train to Nowhere

Train to Nowhere

Life has felt full and fast these last two weeks, and I’ve missed the spaces in between. Without the spaces, I lose the sense of who I am and what I want; I become reactive, not centred and intentional. It’s not been bad or difficult stuff I’ve been dealing with...

It’s The Simple Things…

My daughter’s laugh A crisp, clear morning The bright eyed robin who follows me round the garden The crown of an oak silhouetted against the sky Waves lapping on a shore My morning cup of tea Fresh linen and my own bed Curling up with a book by an open fire My...