Gates intrigue me. They’re generally just a practical means to go from one defined area to another. Some have the allure of something much more magical inviting us to explore.
I looked at the path I’d just climbed. The old iron gate, an accidental ech….
I gave up trying to get online. The Universe was conspiring to unplug me from everything. I’ve really loved following the prescription to immerse myself in the wilds of remote beaches, rugged mountain tops & winding forest paths.
There’s nothing b…
I yearn for the salty breath of the ocean & the healing caresses of the sea. Regular meditation helps re-callibrating me back to me. So too does strolling, sitting & drinking in the energy of wide open spaces.
There’s nothing so restorative…
Hedges scribe their messages across the green landscapes as deftly as Chinese calligraphers make their ink-filled brushes dance across the empty white scapes of their scrolls.
The blank canvas is as wide as the sky & as deep as the ocean. The whi…
I sit on the edge of a bridge crossing a steep, wooded ravine. I’m on holiday! A stream tickles rocks round-crowned with luxuriant mosses. The water here is clearly never a raging torrent & yet it has still carved an impressive gorge into the hill…
I’m back. I haven’t been anywhere exactly but I have travelled far.
The last few months have probably been the most physically demanding & mentally challenging I have experienced, maybe even in my life. I’m not someone who glorifies struggle by s…
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