whilst my heart belongs to the sycamore tree, there is just something about the silvery scars of the silver birch that captures my heart. add moss and i am thoroughly captured.
my brother found me walking in a meadow. the sky was big, clouds climbing all the way to the very top where God sits and has his tea, deciding on all the things people pray for—deciding who gets a miracle and who does not. i never knew that my brother liked meadows, never knew that... Continue Reading →
Fairly close to where I live, is a gem of a greenspace called The Saltings. It is a favourite place of mine to walk and many of my poems are born here whilst walking—picture me making a mad dash for my car so that I can get to my notebook before I lose the thread... Continue Reading →
Some things are more beautiful simply because they are over. We survived them. And therein lies the beauty, and the relief. - Trials.
He was not afraid of the walls around her heart. Her defences were not to be conquered; but gently dismantled. One rock at a time. Until the light shone into her darkest places, and she could find her way out. - Stepping Stones.