Fox – real or metaphor
I love this card. I bought it on a walk with Liz at the coffee shop on Ynyslas. I love how curled and cozy the red is.
I saw a mother and her cub on a spring dawn, in a dingle, leafy-dark, but then, within the last 3 weeks, 5 foxes more.
One I missed … Read more
The beauty of walking
I spent some of Thursday and all of Friday last week being paid to walk in the sun. How marvellous is that?
I walked with coaching clients from their place of work around the block of neat cut lawns, then down a lane, high walled with hawthorn and rose hips, red in welcome. Sometimes we … Read more
Moving Day
On Friday I helped a friend move house. Me and at least 12 other people gave the time and energy that we could. It was hot, so hot. We sweated and heaved, scratched our heads at ratchet traps and worked together to safely lift sofas and beds, chairs and wardrobes in and out.
And I … Read more
Waiting in the hammock till midnight
Last night, while waiting to collect my son,
I snoozed in the hammock,
when the moon was a crescent and the
sun blued the sky until way past ten.
I hoped I would hear the owl call as he does in winter when I am blanketed in bed,
hoped I would hear the scratch … Read more
Leaving
Yesterday I went walking by this river in my lunch hour and thought about how lucky I am that I can walk, that I have the time, that I work somewhere so succulent and green and cool.
Where the air is sprinkled with bird song and the river is flickering light,
Where the rocks grow … Read more
You can never be lonely (with a worm)
I remember years ago, I went for a walk with an old friend.
We met somewhere beautiful.
But I don’t remember much because I was so consumed by the story I was telling him. I remember the story, of heart ache, loneliness. The usual. I remember I went on and on.
Occasionally he would point … Read more