We are moving ever closer to the winter solstice, the time I can’t help but reflect on the past 12 months and the changes that have come. This has been a tough one, eh. For some more than others, but for humans collectively this time, I think.
Gather your berries and blossoms and leaves To make magic potions that smell so sweet. Stain your small fingers, your apron, your knees Then offer the perfumes to all that you meet.
We pressed our toes into the sand and felt the warmth of the sunlit water rush to enclose our feet in a welcome embrace. The waves were so gentle, just stretching themselves along the shore like a cat luxuriating in a strip of sunlight.
Faye has a secret spot somewhere in the house where she hides all the most important items she stumbles upon. My measuring spoons. The tv remote. The bath plug. Yes, I am aware that by leaving it where she could get her hands on it, technically it’s my fault that the plug is gone, butContinue reading “The Secret Place”
There is a spark in the darkness. Sudden clarity.
I will teach them how. How to crack the eggs. How to sieve the flour. How to pour the batter and bake the bread.
Do you think things will ever go back to normal? Is normal even what we want, really?