find your voice & tell your story
‘Come with me into the woods where spring/ is/ advancing, as it does, no matter what.’ – Mary Oliver Come with me into the woods. It’s quiet there, except for the chattering song of birds, and the swishing of emerging leaves. You can hear your own calm footfalls on the path, mixing with jumbled half
Imagine an otherworldly woodland, filled with strange rock formations, secret caves, and ancient trees. Imagine a handmade picnic, with local and seasonal delicacies, wrapped in wax paper and carefully packed in a wicker basket. Imagine a medieval castle standing proud over a river valley, its walls steeped in history and drama. We found all these
Instagram. I love it, and yet sometimes I despair of it. I owe it so much (an audience, opportunities for work, connections, friendships, inspiration…) and yet over the years it’s taken a good deal from me: time (so much time!) spontaneity, and on bad days, confidence and creativity. This week, prompted by some questions from
Our house has a magnolia tree in its garden. I didn’t know it at first- we moved here in November, the garden cold and sleeping. One March morning, bleary-eyed, pulling up the kitchen blind, I discovered a cascade of delicate pink petals fluttering against a blue sky. I gave an involuntary gasp, my heart lifted
