I have an old car that can be quite temperamental. So much so that she has spent most of the last three weeks in various states of repair, resulting in my wings being clipped. She is now repaired—thank goodness for professionals who understand cars—and so today I disappeared into the forest at Craigallian for a... Continue Reading →
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 →