At last, after the winter’s stone, I gather mugwort from the village roads. Feathered purple sage, fresh mint, lemon balm, thyme’s purple flowers and parsley’s drooping stars,…

I always felt wrong.   I haven’t gone up the ladder of promotion, the uni-linear path to success and approval. I don’t have ‘a thing’. If you…

I was on a permaculture course, Life changing; The ideas, systems, the people, wise, interested and interesting, synthesising experience, weaving webs of new understanding.   One of…

I yearn for ceremony. For the holding of hands And words To contain The ache Of ending.

The damson tree which has my back, Used to be Zap, My first and most beloved dog who walked, through death and childbirth, Loyally at my feet….

Until I did my Permaculture Design Course with Steve Jones, I didn’t really pay attention to the words in the title.  In my head ‘sustainable’ and ‘regenerative’…